Dancing Sun wise circles
around the top of the hill
she called on the intervention
a litany of saints she knew well
spoken since her childhood
out loud she implored their help
this small pilgrimage of faith
shone bright a candles light
in the darkness of unbelief
She danced for her God.

I feel the lubricious eloquence of fingers of love,all over
through  wind and waters, moonbeams from far heavens,
that alleviate my pain of separation, when I am left alone
in those caresses an unmistakable message I get,I sigh.

But you never acknowledge my presence not even once
do not even care to imply  that you've seen me by chance.

day and night for me makes no difference, blinded by love
I am shameless, want to hear your voice sonorous, everywhere
you play hide and seek with finesse,remain alien to my ears.

The sanctity of my love is there for all to see,a sparkling diamond,
but every sign indicates that you don't melt in my temperature
colts let loose, my words are buoyant,eager to come to you, touch

But confused by your signals they run helter-skelter
not knowing how to seek you, where to search for,
how would I phrase my love to you,that sears me every minute,
for eons, never fulfilled as you refuse to walk by me, with a smile

But you remain  my only love,pursue you, sure I would
the scent distinctive and the flower are one, no denying it.

as soon as it is i fall asleep
i have the strangest of strangest dreams
with the past ahead of me
and the present far behind

i find myself floating out to sea
with empty faces on the shore
all hold flags that once were free
now tattered as well as torn

i try and swim my way back in
but the harder that i try
i'm pulled further and further away from me
with the ever changing tide

as lady liberty waves goodbye
in her overly tarnished stance
i can see she's losing needed strength
from her daily circumstance

then in my dream she topples
top heavy she'd become
is it me or just the dream  
that i can't seem to wake up from

Once the depression becomes routine,
Happiness never really feels comfortable again.
It comes around
now and then,
like an old friend.
You laugh and drink
and reminisce about all the plans you had that never panned out.
All the hope you invested,
in the jobs, the relationships, the dreams and goals.
And you laugh at how foolish you once were for ever having such ideas.
But the laughter dies out
And your smile fades
And you know in the back of your mind
that soon, your happiness will be gone again,
and you can never quite forgive it for leaving.
You cant blame it,
All you ever did was hold it back.
Maybe somebody else could make better use of it.
And the depression,
Well the depression is no Stranger.