Rays of light filter through the window
Creating ribbons of dust motes in the air
Slowly drifting and gently flowing
The sunlight spills onto the old carpet
Where I lay, sprawled in the warmth
My hair spread as if floating in water
My armed out stretched at my sides

Thinking

Aching, waiting, listening for a sign
That all these feelings I try to hide
Actually have a coherent meaning
That they are not all just nonsense
Something I should just push aside
Something I should simply dismiss
Why do they come and go so much
Like guests who merely visit and leave
Never knowing when they'll return
When they'll return to confuse me
Make me second guess my choices
Make me feel out of control and lost
Make me wonder who I really am
Make me wish I knew what to do
These feelings are sometimes dormant
But they return at vulnerable times
Like late in the middle of the night
When I wake up in the darkness
Not knowing exactly what is real
Not knowing exactly what is fake
They come to me then when I'm weak
Take hold of me and will not let go
Make me feel completely lost
And completely confined in the dark
Until I'm able to drift into a quiet sleep
Away from the worries and wonders

Every good and bad action echos on
Never fully fading and always there
Continually influencing and effecting
An endlessly reverberating whisper

As I see the snow is melting,
As I hear the Robin sing,
As I touch the dry, warm grass,
As I feel the gentle breeze,
I know Spring is coming....

As I climb the green, budding tree,
As I feel the cool, soft rain
As I smell the fresh, damp earth,
As I taste the sweet fiddle heads,
I know Spring is coming....

This poem is not of the merry kind,
His actions speak of a dark, twisted mind.
I do not know what time of day,
Should he decide to stalk his prey,
To do something of unspeakable crime,
He must be stopped, but is there time?
Understand of it, this is all I know:
He ran away; where did he go?
Supposed to go to mansion of Cranberford’s,
Do something horrid with matches and boards?
And to this evil plan that he’s devised,
You must stop him before it’s realized!

Don’t stray away, as we’re falling fast now,
Down to the situation we just escaped,
I can’t see you, you can’t see me,
We are falling faster as the darkness descends,
Into the oblivion of ignorance,
Falling with nothing to steady us,
Nothing but each other,
Hold on to my hand tight,
Do not, do not let go,
For if we let go there is nothing left,
Nothing but darkness all around.

This man was a lonely man
Never left the world that was his
This world was small yet spacious
For he only needed enough room for himself
And it only needed enough room for him
This man often visited our world
Yet he never left his own
Wandered in and out like a lost child
Called everywhere and nowhere his home
He was tall and plain and smelled of pine
His hat worn from where he held it in his hand
He never spoke, never said a word
He walked throughout our world, unseen
But always present in his, yet never fully there
The only thing that spoke were his eyes
And they themselves told all there was to tell