she lies at my feet,
I am the Alpha and
I am the protector
of the pack, this ten
year old pup, does not
like deep rumbles,
loud motorcycles,
or the idiots lighting
fire crackers,
fire works,
jerks.

But she lies at
my feet and has
stopped shaking
enough to sleep,
I don't mind being
the Alpha,
but I like it
better she feels
part of the pack.

it starts with one
sometimes,
no it does not stop, unfinished,
then another is
added,
that is now two, colours or media
background
three takes some time and becomes four then
five has some texture
or a hint of glint, ummmm, six
or is it the other
way around,
finally the focal
point
is placed, the same process, not just for show,
but the mystery
my friends,
lies in the layers,
(and in my prayers,)
for the artist,
life is a test,
if you miss it,
okay,
or interpret it
off and away,
she will stand
             under.
masks
help
her seem
normal
to the
madding
crowd,
layers she has
but is there
how many, try to count
till you can
find who
she is, so
meek and so
mild,
created creative
one of and not
the only, God's
child.

where will you be when the sun crests my horizon,
where will you be so I can lay eyes on,
where will you be waiting.

When the sun rises so do my hopes and my fears,
when the sun rises I dry my tears,
when the sun rises I rest.

as the day flies past so fast, where will you be,
as I eat my meager meal with no appetite, where will you be
as I see the busyness of the world around me I wonder, where will you be

Will I see you before a thousand sunsets,
Will I see you or is this just one of life's tests,
will I ever see you, that glimmer when I chase the horizon.

I am distressed,
not like a piece of
furniture, treated to
look,
a certain way.

Appreciated, for its' age, or materials,
maybe the design details, like spirals,
in the corners, where the pieces neatly
meet together.

I am distressed, because the time I need,
I don't have, the money I have isn't
enough to buy time to do what
it is I need to get done
sooner than later,
alligator.

I am still road worthy
like a rusty bridge I heard
about, all my rust is intact,
ensuring that traffic, on my back,
will still be able to use me,
for years to come.

I am still distressed,
this did not help,
plug your ears
while I yelp,
like a lost dog,
not needing
food or water,
just time to
find my self.

The shimmer of blue changes
As you dragonfly move,
Your cellophane wings
Fragile, yet brings
You to me,
I cannot see the world
As you do, true?

You can see mine
            Just fine.
The sunlight
glints as the
Colour changes
To a different hue.

one moment
Green
The next
Blue

Dancing with you
As you float then soar,
is impossible ...
As you pitch and roll
Leave me entranced
As you exit...

Without saying so much
As goodbye,

Must mean,
You will,
Be back,
Soon.

Please.