I’m an effigy
That you don’t see
Through the blinds
Of another kind
of emotion
and this notion
of when I see his eyes
That passes me by
I sing a song
Of my lifelong
Tears cut and broken
I’m just forgotten
presently an image in the water,
I only seem to fade
like a disregarded effigy.
How can it be,
That the water deep and cold
can hold a little effigy like me,
lost in pain?

ever look up and see yourself drifting?
ever see what could be?
what road you could take,
what you could choose?

if you could choose would you choose me?
would you choose a light-heart that's been made heavy?
would you find a way to get rid of my burden?
or would you choose to leave?

would you find a way to escape?
or would you find a way to make us disappear,
to be alone,
just for a day?
or would you stay tucked behind the pages of your book to be alone
with the girl inside your mind?

when you find yourself drifting in and out of a conversation,
you're usually distracted.
most times its because you've just fallen for someone.

if you find yourself drifting,
see if you can find out why.
and if you uncover me,
you'll probably find me drifting as well,
because of you.

i'll be dreaming only of you.
love me in memories not yet made,
but will you dream of me too?

i am a dream for whom brings you to either your biggest fear
or live your fantasy
you see me as a lullaby, your cloud,
the ever beckoning hand in your mind,
calling you to sleep.
I am a child's memory that never was,
I am a vision of everything and nothing,
I appear only to the call of the night
I create tall tales you wish were real but are merely a wish.
I carry you away and wrap you in ribbons of joy that fade away only to be rediscovered later
My Song will call you in.......

This little, bitty object I hold is love.
Too small? Unheard of! This love is like a flower missing sunshine and water.
Right now love has no one to be given to.
How to find such a person?
Your heart will help you, for your heart and love are connected like Yin and Yang. Together they survive.
Why is mine growing?
Why because I give my love to anyone who reads what I write. Isn’t that a gift to love? To be given?
What gift are you giving to your piece of love?