In a land where the sun will shine
Softly on our bare skins,
The cool, calm water will flow over
Our feet dipped in-
Sparkling, soothing, tickling,
While we’ll both lazily lie,
Arms spread out, time stretched out,
Truths and worries left behind,
Where the only possible distraction
From each other’s sight could be
That of a butterfly fluttering by,
We'll track, over lilacs and yellows, its flight,
Then suddenly we’ll catch each other’s eyes,
And once again forget the presence of all life,
Just soaking in the profoundness,
Of being side by side.
And my fingers, freed from
All shackles of wrong and right,
Will slowly move over soft, wet grass,
Eliminating whatever distance before us lies,
I’ll touch for a moment, your fingertips,
And I’ll test you, wait for your reaction,
I’ll see it on your smiling lips,
And at last with your heavenly fingers,
Mine will entwine,
To finally fill that love-shaped void in our hearts,
For the union of our souls to never grow apart.

Wait for me in that land, my dear,
Wait for me; I’ll meet you there.

The reason I don't wear makeup
Is that I don't want there to be
Anything on my face
That distracts you from Me.
And no, I don't look pretty
Buried beneath the layer
Of foundation and gloss.
Because then, I'm barely there.
Only when unadulterated, untouched,
Does my skin look perfect,
Adorned with the best rouge there is-
Which is, my Self.

The marks on my arm
Remind me of where I've been
Yet don't determine where I'm going

The voice in my head
Reminds me of my failures
But doesn't define who I am

The person in the mirror
Reminds me of me
Although looks nothing like I once was

The people all around me
Remind me of hope
Even though I have forgotten

The world still quite different
Reminds me of the future
And I know that is my goal

We all know the feeling
That unescapable sense of dread
It makes everything hard
Even just getting out of bed
You probably know someone
Who has felt it too
We can't stop it
The feeling is true
Now I know what you're thinking
That'll never happen to me
But I said the same thing
And now it's all that I see
People try to help
Though the have no clue how
Soon you'll come to realize
You are your only way out

I sat in my doorway, wrapped
in pines and solitude and
the noiseless sun falling on the distant highway.
Time grew seasons like corn in the night, and
I realised what the morning and evening and
the birds silently suppressed:
My days were days of idleness and flowers,
the calm theatre of the fresh grass,
the pond, the morning sun –
life everlasting under blackberry vines
and strawberry leaves.