so you have somewhere to cocoon
your tired body and somewhere
to weave another dream within
your nest of sheets.
I've had enough dreams
to not mind taking a night-shift
(or three) to keep vigil over
the shell where you curl into yourself,
and count the hairs you leave
on my pillowcase where you retreat.
and when a night-terror's ambush
tries to pull you from your reverie,
I will lull the madness to sleep.
I will lull your madness to sleep.

As a maze is to the eye, I am to all. Winding and wearing, my walls impossibly tall. Here, turns are the
Words
and dead ends the Actions. Spirals are the days, and red herrings, my                                                                  ­                                                 Attractions.                                                                  ­                                                                 ­                      With each
                                                            ­                                                         Who dare
                                                            ­                                                  Enter,
        ­                                                                 ­                   Two Paths
                                                           ­                  They All
                                                             ­   Choose.
                                       One abandons
                       All Hope
   The Other,
Nothing
To Lose.
But none have made the journey,
                                     none to the
                                            core.
              For all who enter,
                                           leave and say
           "no more! no more!"
                     Here I have planted this garden that others accuse a maze.
                                                                ­                                                  A beautiful           creation covered by haze. But all that is seen is monstrous,
                                                          a trick of the daze.
Months and years at the center have been all of my stays.
Here I will watch and wait for the One who makes it, and is amazed.
                                                                ­                                              By all I have built, all I have dreamed and every aspiration and desperation has seemed
                                    to build this
                                                             wonderful,
                                                              wandering
                                                                ­  place.
                                                  You who hear my case,
                                              I invite you to take that space.
              Be the One who makes it, leave all others to be commonplace.

I see blue sky.
I see the most perfect clouds.
I see birds chirping
I glance towards your eyes again to get another glimpse of the heavens but you’ve already walked away.

Your hair swaying as you walk like trees in a windstorm. My breath pushing them since you took my breath when you took away my loveless mind and replaced my breath with jealousy and temptation to talk to you when I don’t have the ***** to say hello.

Your smile brings tears to the glass eyes you had me get from the first time I sacrificed my sight to lay my eyes on you. Your mind like lava, burning everything in its path but slows down just enough to let you slip past without harm but wrecks everything else you care about.

Your perfume brings scent to my nostrils that I never want to forget. I can’t even describe it but I know that it’s you whenever I can smell it.  

Your laugh is enough to bring Zeus down from the heavens just to witness how cute you are. You hate your laugh, you really do. But when I hear your laugh I can’t help but smile because even your flaws are perfect and draw me back.

I see the ocean.
I see the white caps splashing down over my mind and pulling me through the tide.
Not a life guard in sight but I know there is hope somewhere in your eyes.

I don’t think you’re real but you’re too tan to be a roman statue.
Your heartbeat would shatter the marble instantly,
But could cut diamonds with a single beat.

I gain my breath back as you lie down to sleep.
I gain my conscience back when you close your eyes.
I listen for the ocean I see whenever I see your eyes
But all I hear is the silence of my heart beating to see you again.

Was there anything too remote to say,
To the people in your life?
I think I lost the will to really care,
Can everything really be alright?

The pens of the aftermath have skattered to the winds
And the pages of the lost have been inked beyond repair
I spoke to the homeless man
(But I did not really understand anything he had to say)


Sometimes I think my minds a "Pandora's Box"
There's not really anything in it that anyone
would really understand...
And though sometimes I fear
that I lost the key,
I end up realizing,
why I'm too scared to scream.

your name echoes,
fills my head,
each waking thought,
screams the sounds of your name.