The restless waters flow unevenly tonight,
across a path of crowded avenues;
They run in torrents like the stormy seas,
and cover ancient scars of past abuse.

While sleep comes and goes in desperate waves,
disrupting all the massive thoughts and fears;
Yet wanting to behold my mind's illusions,
I toss around and feel the falling tears.

How can you sleep within this quagmire ?
why are you still resisting my touch ?
The sweaty sheets between define a memory,
that years ago we lingered in the field of trust.

But when the soulful ache is finally quenched,
no other thought will dwell inside my heart;
You once held me in the arms of acid rain,
yet sleepless, forever drew our lives apart.

The subtle art of pretense mars the state,
of holiness alive at heaven's gate;
So proceed with precious caution if you dare,
cloaked in a banner sewn from angels' hair.

Beside the raging waters thus renewed,
a flowing arc of lies are heavily spewed;
With wasted moments sullied in contempt,
now all eyes open wide in grave dissent.

The face that amply covers its own style,
whether rows of tears or even robust smiles;
Falls away in bleak and haunted blend,
as fading images seek only to pretend.

The scorched and cursed mask of tragic scenes,
can quickly melt away in horrid screams;
While in the burning days of daring sun,
the guilty then repent for innocence undone.

The hours are filled with ecstasy,
with sunlight washing over me;
I've learned to live in harmony,
with all the challenges I see.

It's just a phase from day to day,
to look for answers while I pray;
With what the shining sun provides,
I can lift my hand and touch the skies.

Yet the moonlight's path is wondrous,
it guides us through night's darkness;
The silvery glow can let me ponder,
words and thoughts of heaven's grandeur.

It seems that Nature doth provide,
a focus for the sweeping tide;
Of questions we all have in mind,
with answers of a glorious kind.

Climbing up the tree of sanity,
forgetting how I came to be;
A beginning or an ending calls,
between the fanciful purple walls.

Moving onward to reach the top,
looking forward to where I'd stop;
I've seen the mischief behind the walls,
where squabbles twist like little squalls.

Now where could I find my own place,
to start and end this boundless race ?
A step toward home is what I need,
yet wanderlust has been my creed.

It's all a fantasy that sweeps away,
the musky scent of battles at play;
On awakening from this hapless dream,
the world arranges another scheme.

And purple walls come tumbling down,
like violets torn from the underground;
But with the colors they have shown,
at last I've reached my sacred home.

As if falling from the highest hill,
breathless and disconcerted;
While the earth revolves so rapidly,
its motion a forceful assertion.

My thoughts are jumbled in disbelief,
of this quizzical dilemma;
The longest mile I've yet to climb,
sets forth an improbable agenda.

Just another shadowed episode,
in a sorry life of mass confusion;
For days the tricks have played upon,
my troubled soul in sorrowful delusion.

How do I survive these lonely times,
when my destiny seems quite uncertain?
While an undecided mission lies,
far behind a darkened curtain ?

So often lives are tossed about,
like tiny boats on a stormy sea;
Yet strength of will soon guides us,
from a spiritual source of energy.

For now I'll cease to wonder if,
my future will ever be realized;
While I plant my feet on solid ground,
with a burning hope I can survive .

We sat on the porch watching stars,
the night was supple and warm;
Into the sky we sent our dreams,
being mesmerized by its charms.

Next door a record played aloud,
a song we'd never known;
While holding hands we hummed along,
and the music became our own.

A blissful evening of deepest love,
began with just one kiss;
It seemed our dreams had come alive,
with heartfelt joy we dare not miss.

And as the notes floated through the air,
we exchanged a solemn vow;
To dance through life as husband and wife,
while remembering the 'here and now'.

The mists of evening shimmer in solitude,
desolate and cool the night descends;
Alert and alive--a poet's desired dream,
cascading hearts to miraculous ends.

Wading alone in the lake of divinity,
tossing stones which have called my name;
Floating words melt along the waters,
which soon, I must grasp and claim.

Holding my breath as the Muse gently calls,
in rushing sounds of translucent waves;
Waterfalls of life surround me now,
and the poem starts taking shape.

Left spellbound in the crisp autumn air,
I'm dazzled by nature's delight;
And the words which paint this portrait,
soon explode in magnificent light.