The year has ended prosperously ..
At least for me .. I don't know about you
I accomplished most of my goals
I am glad that we got to know each other

I hope that we can find
a common ground in our book,
a single page that we both stop at and rest
For that to happen I will have to slow down
or you may speed up

I may stop and wait for you
at the next coffee shop ... "Café Je T'aime"
Hope to see you there more often
My new resolution for this year is
"to keep loving you and keep our love strong"

Wish you a Very Happy Year Anew

I see the scars
on your wrist.
I see the tears
rolling down your cheeks.
I scream at you to put the knife down,
but can you hear me?
Can you hear me at all?

I see the pain
that you're bearing.
I see the abuse
put onto you.
I scream at you to put the bleach away,
but can you hear me?
Can you only hear silence
through the slicing detriment
of your own affliction?

Will I forever carry this sadness with me?
Will it forever stream through my veins?
Will the sadness die the day I die,
Or will it continue on even then?

I exhale the sadness
And watch
As it slowly makes its way back
To be inhaled once more.

It’s in my lungs
It’s in my brain
It’s in my heart
It’s in my veins

Creeping up from my fingertips
Spiraling around my arms
Melting into my skin

After all this time
(it’s been so long)
it is now a part of me
as death is a part of life
and night is a part of day.

If I had Audrey Hepburn's class and elegance, would I catch your eye when we passed each other in a morning rush?

If I had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and body, would you stay a bit longer?

If I had the simple yet perfect beauty of Grace Kelly, would you wrap your arms around me at night and make me your princess?

And if you saw the lurking shadows and sensed the sadness behind my smile, just like Marilyn Monroe, would you leave me
all over again?

in the middle of the night
when everything is at its quietest

i feel a tug at my hair
i feel a nudge in my side
i feel the pull of my hand
i feel a restlessness in my body

something is calling me
a distant land or perhaps a forgotten muse
something is calling me

and i cannot wait to answer