Some people think their always right
Others play the silent type
Some people can’t help but be uptight
Others can come off as truly nice

Inside they feel deformed
With a heart which scars adorn
A million ways to pick a fight
Will the love protect us through the night?
Or would the hurt just take my life

Some people think their always right
Others just use words as the knife
Take your hand and grasp it tight
Some people are the shadows
Others provide the light

If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight

There is a place I dream of
That truly frees my mind
It often smells like peace
And tastes of salty brine

The hours never wither
On these sands of time
Where the sun can always kiss her
And faces age like wine

The night is deafly quiet
Bright stars adorn the sky
The moon floats behind it
And I never say goodbye

I knew a girl once
She had this radiant smile

I have seen many things in my life
Whales and crocodiles
Foreign sunsets and stretches of mountains for miles

I knew this girl once
She had this radiant smile

I have felt many things in life
Darkest depression and constant denial
Had my tribulations and plenty of trials

I knew a girl once
She had this radiant smile
So warm that I just sat and stayed for a while
The light from her lips whispered to me like a child
“No more hurt and no more sorrow”
Just a feeling in my heart of a better tomorrow.

Dark cloud gown covered moon
                    Searching for your surface

Led by the scattered streaks of light
                    I see when the wind lets your skirt drift

The majesty
                    Beauty with a purpose

The silent stoic sun king
                    Even bows his head in your service
                    Cracked, barren and imperfect

Yet you bear your face
                    Reflected on every surface

The ever-watchful unveiled bride
Our clear open eyes in the darkness of an eternal sky

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.

beach life by the sea
early morning getaway
~ castles in the sand




Mark Toney © 2021

Those big blue eyes
were like the ocean
beneath the sky