Wet grass sticking to
My feet running contently
Through fresh trampled fields

Within my heart
Lies a little start.
Such a small pump
Haphazardly dumps
A plethora of feeling
From a cardiac ceiling.
A breathless trance,
A love fueled dance,
I sit staring at you.
Your skin,
So lovely in hue,
Is radiant from within.
Whatever would I do
Were I taken from you?
Lie quietly on the grass
As visions quickly begin to pass
Through a broken mind
To pass the time.

Right foot, then again
You follow with left foot rushed
Destinations

Where does it go,
That childish sense of wonder?
When does it return,
That sense of adventure?
We can sit for hours,
Reading stories and watching mindless television,
But why is it that we no longer imagine?

To sit in fear of the world,
Is to sit idly by,
Offering nothing to the day,
Though taking nothing all the same.

To sit in ignorance of your fear,
Is to pass blindly by who you are,
Offering nothing to yourself,
And taking nothing all the same.

To act in knowledge of your fear,
That is to be enlightened,
To take what you need from life,
And from yourself all the same.

Walk on by,
They scream and moan,
Their faith they loan,
And still I try

Words flow out
In violent torrents,
Shaking the very support
Beams of my soul.
I try my best
To make it right,
But still you wont let
Me say my mind.
Not everything
That people do
Is a hidden attack on
Who you are.

You're not the only
Afraid to lose,
Perhaps you should try wearing
Another's shoes,
Because I am terrified,
And worried to break,
So as not to make you leave,
And with you your heart take.

Fading into the night,
My eyes are tired,
But my mind rests,
A torrent of thought,
Wave after wave crashing with,
Full of such beauty,
A soft resound,
A chorus

Rising from slumber,
Bears do not go looking for
Far colder places.

Winter falls silently
On a town hidden in bliss.
As rain drops start falling
We recoil, slither, hiss.
The cold burns our warm skin
And we mutter to ourselves
Of how weather is awful
And we beg for the sun.
But the sun will never
Show its face;
It hides away behind clouds,
Oh it loves such a shroud.
Such a wave it sends
With its powerful chill
As the ice shoots as beams
Straight down to the earth,
Such wonder is cold,
So badly it hurts.

Words fall,
And flow,
And falter.

"Who am I?",
We oh so often,
Wonder.

A frail container,
Waiting to,
Be washed again.

But who am I,
To say that you'll,
Be free my friend?

To write of pains I
Never feel would be silly,
Hold to truths of self