When winds at night on windows roar
wax runs out dies candle's flame
you would hear a knock upon door
a familiar voice calling your name.

Don't respond nor open the eyes
the voice is keen over winds' howl
grows it louder its pitches rise
scaring even the brave barn owl.

Pull the blanket up your head
you are safe so long you hide
lie dead quiet not move on bed
with mom asleep by your side.

Between the pause your fears mount
if is a chance to be found out
one two three the calls you count
but count it right leave no doubt.

Three times the voice would call your name
for it has no power to do any more
but move onto where dies a candle's flame
and a child is awake behind closed door.

Sitting in the corner, curled up small.
Hiding my face, back to the wall.
Knees pulled up to my chin.
Defences up, letting no one in.

Hiding my shame, hiding my past.
Hiding my hurt, deep in my heart.
Letting no one know me inside.
Letting no one see me cry.

Hiding my hurt, hiding my pain.
Keeping the guilt going, driving me insane.
Feeling *****, feeling used.
I’m so scared and confused.
And lonely.

Copyright: Gordon Warren (1990)

As the blue pupils linger,
While the lips press upon the lips.

Lean forward for an embrace,
And sound turns to beats.

As the moon glistened,
So the silent stars listened,

The ocean waves clashed,
While it rippled back and dashed.

Back to the ocean it sprung
Pulled together it longed.

The wind had light caressed,
Upon the finger tips pressed.

The light house spun,
And all lights were on,
The glistened lights listened,
As the hearts raced,
And the moon embraced.

It was the sun light anew.