I was floating towards being certain
the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
When half the thoughts stirring in my bones took delight
In pressing their soft lips of innocence
Against my mind’s eyes

Silence weighed my heart to find a riddle never solved
Speak of precious hours of restful sleep
Buried in my mind in the sweet form of dreams
Circling those moments twilight hours
Tend to always keep

Why should I not speak aloud when it’s that time again
Clear restless ground where bubbles leap
So I can wake up in the morning chasing dreams
Not worried about unsolved riddles
Silence loves to keep

I was floating towards being certain the whole night through
Sleep must live in bubbles that dance on sighs
Then one by one I watched them kiss me with delight
I left silence with all her unsolved riddles
As I closed my eyes

The smallest pieces of life contain laws written in stone
for the world to lose interest in kind.
They can be easily read in the dark then left to remain
as still as a man
who is more than just a bit color-blind.

Sometimes I sit within varied distances from it all,
breaking into my life,
when all I want to do is advise
the sun to shine.  
Because I know, a smile can make a break
flourish into the clearing
we can only hope to find.

I realize how fantastically black the sky can be
and how its state
saves all the words of love
and their simplicity.
Secrets granted from them sometimes say
that life is not fair
when it pierces the souls’ of you and me.

Bound inside a myriad of righteousness
we tried a million times
to offer up the friends of our needs.
Until honesty went down on its knees
seeking to live on the conviction it studies,
in order to continue to breathe.

I have pulled repeatedly from the prayers
I held deep inside mirrors,
in order once again to find my shining sun.
However, often, overturning truth
is a journey best remembered as a failure,
failing to reach out or help a single one.

Can all judgment be silent and still believed
when it comes in on the emotions
we sometimes bend into a shield?  
Stranger in your sight is how they burn,
even when your body moves to erase the way
last night made you feel.

Sometimes I wonder if each page of life
that wanders sincerely into light,
finds the  deepest waves of darkness
attempting to recreate streams of painful fire.
Is the light’s glory not held inside a sea of calm
you would swim to acquire?

Such a light you did bring
Into this life of mine
You taught me how to sing again
And my light I did find

You spent time melting the ice
That had formed for years
Showed me how to live again
And put aside my fears

You brought the mirror into my life
And showed me who I can be
Helped me to like the woman there
And to set her free

Pieces of my heart
Your heart will always hold
And I will always call you friend
Into ages that are untold

I reside in the shelter of your arms
Resting in your shadow
None other will I ever seek
Nor will I ever follow

All my trust is placed in you
You alone are my shield
My protection from the darkness
With faith in you I’m filled

With your strength inside me
I walk alone without fear
With faith that you will guide me
And be forever near

I do not fear the darkness
Nor trouble that comes my way
As  I am covered by your wings
Safely tucked away

Is not comfort expressed
in what we look for everyday?
When our fingers move through fire
to untie the bonds from our wings
so we can become the form
of everything.  

When old thoughts are found on pages
containing imaginary stairs
do we find that our eyes lie to us
about worlds we will find there?
Or do we just like those new beginnings
where all is well and fair?

Each day I tell you that I am not the one
who in time will disappear.
Yes, inside I move eagerly towards trust
and forwards I dive full into the sky.
But here with you,
I find to be most dear.

Night and day we climb hills to see the sun
and all its possibilities.
Yet we never blink an eye or stare
at the dreams visible to us all.
Perhaps, we are afraid to open the door
to our own imagination’s call.

Though I have found you within the walls, you arise
Checked with beauty full of bends and curves
Alone, you hold bright spaces
With the softest footsteps
Of great reserve

Who would have guessed that I would have found you
Emblazoned in all your infinite mystic light
Surrounded by a warm white mist
How hard your essence
Would be to fight

There for a while all was veiled in this warm white mist
Which flew in anew each day on the wind
I slept with feathers round my bed
Ignoring the burning bush
I defend

Now I sigh at the sight of your infinite mystic light
As the wind blows the mist aside
Though I have found you within the walls, I arise
To seek that from which
I hide

Oh, to feel my breath
inside of what
has not been touched in years
by the breezes I find,
as if meant
to be
my air.
After the sunset fades,
I cannot express
how it feels to have
your heart broken in two
and for days hear a song
that still loves you
in the morning.

Flying straight through the tinted glass
I hold on tight
to the place I know
is standing in the distance.
In search of one,
whose notions move into shadows
loyal to an army of water
that sits backs and looks at every word
as if
it is an ocean
of a single heartbeat.

I sing this song in my heart
with my eyes closed,
never bitter,
but you know that.
I hold no shame of the memories
held dear,
their touch whispers
like a smear of warm sun
promising not to forget
what it searches for.
Smiling into eternity’s cup,
I begin to write.

I write of dancing in the windows
where the sun and moon
are uninhibited
as they drink from the air
of unmeasured words.
A place where the only thing I wish for
is a glimpse of flowers
that will push the thoughts of waiting
for my heart to break
in two
….away.

Haunting memories burn my mind
Scattered in the breeze
While chasing mist that steals my pride
Brings me to my knees

Burning leaves of feelings past
Take my breath from me
I gasp for air that isn’t there
As if I forgot to breathe

They’re running over and spilling out
Into all that I can’t see
Will nothing stop this raging flood
Of haunting memories

A tender touch a fleeting smile
Ghosts of what has passed
Fade sweetly from me as I wake
I can breathe at last

Come and take my hand in yours
take a walk with me.
Let's look up at the stars above
listen to the breeze.

No sound to hear but each step we make
while gazing at the moon.
Just the sound of each breath we take
listening to a nightingale's sweet croon.

Let's stop and stand here in this silence
for just a little while.
Pretend we have forever
to walk for miles and miles.

I go through each day with you
Like I am walking on a wire
Myself I put aside
To meet what you require

These eggshells you have in front of me
Strewn about on this path
I walk around and attempt not to crush
As I carefully avoid your wrath

You have placed a muzzle on my mind
And I am afraid to speak what is there
So I never say what I really mean
And I know that you don't care

This Mona Lisa smile here on my face
I put there to appear serene
When inside I feel that I am losing it
Because I can't say or show to you
How I really feel or what I mean

Stop walking on fences and choose a side
Know where it is that you tread
The times are a changing at full force
There is no time to play dead

Now's not the time to hold anything in
Nor to hold anything back
Best to know in what you believe
Before you come under attack

Best come down from those fences
And walk wherever you choose
With no voice of your own
You will surely lose

There is comfort found in places known
By only wandering hearts
Deep secrets so divine and mystical
They are works of art

To look upon these wonderment's
Of such enduring grace
One must first travel many miles
With tears upon their face

There must be great knowledge of
The way a heart can feel
Held under by the ties of *******
A small circle may reveal

The walk of losing who you are
You must first complete
When this walk is finished
Have no shoes upon your feet

When you have cried so many tears
You no longer want to be
Lost everything you have and hold
This place is yours to see

When the circle has been broken
And you find yourself set free
You'll find a wandering heart finds comfort
Being who they want to be

Many a night, drifting fires in heaven, glow without end
Yielding untouchable  sprays of knowing glory
Returning light for this world to spend
Passing hours weaving stories

What mankind hopes to become and see before him
Hold in his empty arms and ever aching *******
Can be seen in a spray that never dims
Born in minds that will not rest

The very least of us chase these glowing sprays
Seeing what no other can trace
Casting seeking eyes, upward in praise
Tears of joy on their face

Many a night, drifting fires in heaven, ignite this soul of mine
I come to know their untouchable glory
Returning with this glow you find
Weaved in my stories

It sounds the same veiled in mists
Or brightened with an embrace
Marking the star for looking back
Within a moonlight dream

My spirit smiles and says “What else”
To the bravest man in battle
When all I want is to rest
Within a rosy flush

In all the conflict I am enwrapped
The deeds, which I abhor
Where is the parade of joy I seek
That I wish to call my own

Whose invitation or thoughts of flight
Satisfy me when I am alone
When I am content to be like a flower
In all of my brightest days

Through all that I have gone through
The colors with which I am stained
Why can I not subdue my spirit
For these dreams of rest

Lying dormant underground
a thief of life is waiting
to steal the breath from those unaware.
Unknown to man until this time
when care has not been taken
to save our souls
from what is lying there.

Now who is to say what can be done
to stop the devastation,
spreading like fire among us
one and all?
As we discover
that which we have done to live
is now the very thing heralding
our own ending call.

To live the lives that bring our ease
we care not what we take.
Removing every resource from the ground
Then we stand in shame
when all goes wrong
when the sun goes down.

We have burned a path among the trees
and vines that protect us.
Stolen the very air from our skies.
Now we stand among the ruins
of our own creation
watching the Earth as we know it
say goodbye.

If you saw yourself through my eyes
And saw what I can see
You would see the same
The same as who you are and all that you can be

If you saw yourself through my eyes
Your eyes would open up
And realize you are much more than you know

I see you with my heart
And I see what you see in yourself
I see who you are and what you strive to be
If you could see yourself through my eyes
You would see
What a beautiful soul
I see

Open my heart that I may see
The truth before me now
Shut out the world surrounding me
Come and show me how

Reveal to me the way
That leads into your light
Empower me with the tools
That I will need to fight

Strengthen this soul of mine
To battle the things I can't see
Pulling at every side
To get to the heart of me

Help me to recognize
Give me discernment true
So that I will always know
What is and is not You

I hear you laugh at almost everything
I believe I've rarely ever seen you mad
You are such a joy to be around
Because you are hardly ever sad

I watch your face and look into your eyes
And I see sadness there
A look of vast experience
From a life that's not been fair

Sometimes, I see you talk to yourself
Very quiet, very low
And I wonder what is on your mind
What are you trying not to show

I realize that constant laugh
And the smile there on your face
Is not reflected in those eyes of yours
And it seems so out of place

What lies underneath that mask of happiness
That I always see you wear
And how deep do the secrets, and the pain therein lie
That you alone do bear

Run to me when your worlds not right
I'll meet you halfway
Tell me all that has gone wrong
I want to hear about your day

Come to me when you are glad
And share your joy with me
I will listen with a smile
As your joy I love to see

Place your hand in mine
Whenever you need a friend
And have nothing at all to say
I'll hold yours once again
And quietly I'll stay

My arms are open always for you
Anytime that you need to be held close
And I'll enfold you in their love
As it is what you need the most

The passing strokes of my heart remain
on the canvas of the world.  
Waves of love watch
as it paints an ambitious mirage,
faintly touching the realms of comfort.

Where does the beginning of dreams blow?
to the west or the north
Today’s pain seeps upon the seconds
and I breathe a sigh
into the winds of happiness and warmth.

The small things, once again, float
into unlit frames
that looks into your eyes
and then the worlds.
While our spirits refrain from wishing lies
were not deliberately told.

Light swears it is hungry
and doesn’t know
it is flickering like a faithful poem,
pushing to speak out
about itself.
Traveling along with truth
that has been tossing stones.

Lyrics say I love you
and then cry to the back of guilt
because it stared at you in a sense of wonder
when they were wrote.
In an atmosphere
without meter or rhyme.

The taste of a glimpse of wings
leaves painted lips
dancing in the flames.  
Unbound memories are more than we know
when everything is fine
is only said in shame.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.
This is when my heart races
and I talk too much with my eyes.  
Who sees the places that wake up the world
when I walk beside you?  
Even ancient stars subtlety stare in silence
at the easy way my thoughts exude
sweet memories of you.

Where are the little rooms where flowers blossom
when I look into the looking glass
that whispers love travels
between you and me?  
Why is it when I look into the back of my mind
I find I am drinking in the essence of you
until I am filled with a happiness
full of color that takes
my breath away.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.  
Shade may cover the sun
but the memory of your eyes
sings the light back to me.
My beloved, the mere mention of your name
on my lips
takes away any restless shadows
that try and pass into my heart
you see.

You are inside of me as love splashed on the canvas of my day.
It makes no difference if my hand touches your own.
A normal day, I think not,
when I am away from you,
but I know,
I am never alone.

Angry doesn’t even begin to describe
The way that I feel
Torn asunder right in two
Would better fit the bill

I am so tired of all this anguish
Confusion running wild
Tired of being torn apart inside
And crying while you smile

I should fix the things that I can
Leave alone what I cannot
I know the rules and how to play
It’s the game that I forgot

So what is all this anger for
What with it should I do
Just keep and hold it all inside
Or turn it all on you

I know that I cannot forget
It’s impossible to do
But I can release it from my heart
When I forgive you

When I touched you, I felt iron strength shielded
In degrees, I slowly unveiled layers
To this rarity of bliss, you quickly yielded
I knew this, as I felt your heart
Beating there

On the floor, waves of iron lay there gleaming
Memories dying within all they knew
Yet your strength, I could still feel beaming
From your beautiful eyes
Stared back truth

I unveiled each of your iron layers so slowly
You barely knew I was there
Approaching your strength absolutely
With respect for its meaning
Kept in care

When I touched you, I unveiled tenderness
In degrees, here before unknown
Yet, the strength you carry is no less
In my eyes, you are still
Beautifully strong

Twisted within the East
we drank in silent footsteps
halfway between the days,
at least a thousand times.
Hidden inside our slumber,
visions of strength came into view,
through years unkind.

Pictures of sweetness
lay under everything we saw.
No second thoughts drifted
from our pillows.
Until we wandered into the rains
that fell from the shadowed eyes
of our unsung heroes.

Faded air from the West
turned corners,
began to shine upon our names.
We all confessed from our souls
as we watched storm clouds gather
at midnight,
heard in the sound of our shame.

Soft singing was heard
from the South
emptying love into all of our senses.
A sea of wild seeds
became an orchard of understanding;
storm clouds lifted
a thousand footsteps’ defenses.

Great treasure came from the North
bringing heaven’s hope
quietly to fill the holes in our hearts.
Our souls all became
transparent as glass as we drank
in new strength
when light did impart.

Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.

On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.

There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
the sticks of your destiny.
Instead, I will hold you in my heart
so that you can hear it beat for you,
a breath apart and still the same.
We will drown our souls together
in our own tranquility.

When you hear the call of honor weeping to the heavens above
while leaves of scorn fall upon your head,
I will stand beside you
help you roll away
what stands in front of you.

Let me be the force that drives you from the shadows
of all heartache,
when lightning plays on the keys
of your sorrow.  Even though sometimes
there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet,
always know that my feet still remain here,
next to you.

Deep within me I press rewind
and beyond the calm lies choices
that take every part of me
and find the days when my memories
lay my soul bare.
This is when I remember taking fire
when I walked as a child,
always feeling
I was never too young
to know what was mine
even a thousand years ago.

I know the name
of the one I see in the mirror
and that she is called by an ancient feeling
staring into infinity
as she pleases.  
She holds on to the sands
of the deepest abyss
until each grain
falls under her trance
and  is prepared to fight
every other whisper
other than her own.

Every single day,
I drink the warm tears attempting
to control my smile
while realizing how much I need  
to touch the ground
above my shadow.
Soon my mind is filled
with the loneliness of winds.
I know I can move beyond them
and can always keep them
from filling my soul.

Drops of rain come full circle
making ready
to sweep across the crest of my fears
reminding me
I have fought distance and ghosts
on journeys slow to end.
My spirit is not brittle
and I will remain inspired
even when I press rewind
and my memories
lay my soul bare
once again.

There is a massive distance
between her smile and tears
when she writes about the rain.
Because her faded dreams
put her mind at ease
behind the places
where she stands
in pain.

Sitting in the garden
where one finds love
in those eyes
that speak of alone.
She writes lines
which intrigue mysteriously.
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
when dawn breaks
across the trees.

The inner deepness of her words
hold on to each cloud,
crying out to the depths
of our bones.  
They tell us our worst hours
contain the time outside
of her faded dreams
and that they too.....
will soon be gone.

When she writes about the rain
we smile
behind the places
where we stood in pain.  
You can see her words dance
where she's walked,
knowing......
they never speak
in vain.

Sometimes the unseen embraces all I know
while my skin burns
from the tears of angels
falling continuously
as they face the darkness of voices
speaking within my heart.  
I get lost inside of my emotions
and find I've become devoted
to screaming winds  
that given precious time
could tear me apart.

I look down at my feet and wonder
if they even remember
where they have run
and if anyone knows of  their regrets
after splashing through the puddles
my passion led them into.  
And it seems
even if I place both feet together
I'm still bound
to face that old mirror
when the stitches of  my life
come unglued.

I have been searching for you all my life
This heart of mine has been broken many times
The ones I found have not been true
As their hearts were not mine

So come now and gently take my hand
Place it upon your face
Let me look into your eyes
As your lips I trace

Tell me now you've searched for me too
And that you know I am the one
Especially made for you
When the world was young

Unfilled dreams visit me
and I pretend
thundering pain does not touch my soul
when I can't hear you say,
“I love you”
before I lay me down to sleep.
Still, I wonder
if I called out on the coldest night
would I hear nothing
but silence
inside the dreams
I keep.  

In the morning hours
I write your name
in the air
with a hand of power,
creating an image
of  love's fire
that can never be lost
in thought.  
A delightful understanding
becomes a sensation of living
with the eyes of my heart
wrapped around the words
I have sought.

My mind sings our story
even when I am alone.
It shouts
from an ocean
of heaven
with a tune swinging  
to the countless beat
of our future need.
It paints our past
with long strokes of feeling
outside of  all the years
that were hidden
by a shadow's greed.

Here I stand as I am
with an invitation
circling my heart
creating a place
for you to be
when time hands me leave
to love you
with every breath
I breathe.  
Although, I may not hear the words
from your lips
the eyes of my heart
hear you speak
with ears........
that see.

Sometimes words sit screaming inside a chasm
asking, “where are you”,
like a nightmare intimately breezes
from a cage fashioned for anyone
it recognizes first.

On the coldest of nights you can see their pain
in lines that make you close your eyes
for reasons
that you may not want to know.

Running takes you nowhere
when words scream out “I want you”
then entwine themselves
around the flesh
of your pen.

Where have you been with your words
that you vowed to whisper softly
until they tumbled over the moon?
Tranquil images are all I can see
in your rhymes
that sank deep into the night
too soon.

Where are the eyes that lit up my world
and filled my pockets
with dreams of a life that shines?
I am realizing now
that what I once was
you have steadily changed
as you exhaled your lines.

Is my hope a golden thought
I love because it dwells
in my emotions
becoming a journey
where I drop to my knees,
spelling out words
then wonder where they lead
into my own circumstances?

Sometimes, when I sleep,
I glide over shells,
holding the hand of life,
forming collages, I could never forget
even when I am weary and I speak
of past things I should have forgotten
over the years.

Where have you been with your words
that make me smile in knowing
I have found my safe harbor
where I can be quiet
and revel in the tranquil images
you create
in my heart and soul?