Send me on my way,
To the land of light
And dreams;
Where happiness and joy
Pour down into streams.
Send me on my route,
To the land of peace
And love;
Where beautiful golden light
Shines down from above.
Send me on my path,
To the warmth of arms
And hands;
Where I may feel safe
By the sea and sands.
Send me on my road,
To the fields of flowers
And stars;
Where butterflies flitting about
Kiss my many scars.
Send me on my journey,
To the place of beauty
And wishes;
Where love and light combine
In small, sweet kisses.
Send me on my way,
To the land of bliss
And dreams;
Where I won't wake
Until the glorious sunlight gleams.

Her hair is the

color of gold.

Her eyes are ever-changing,

such as the sky.

Her skin, fair and untainted

as a newborn babe's.

Her smile, warm and soft as

the morning sun.

Her heart, made of glass;

cracked but still whole.

Her sorrow's as deep

as the sea;

Her happiness wains with

every wave of turmoil.

But somehow, every day,

her joy is renewed

and she finds a light

in the darkness.

I broke their trust again.
But they were not angry this time, no.
This time, they were simply disappointed.
Which is much worse.

I wonder...
Do you miss me,
My dearest love?

The words are stuck
In this throat of mine.
I try to unleash them,
But I don't know why I bother trying.
What's the point?
I see no point to any of it
And still the words are stuck.
They swim in my head,
Like tiny, little fishes.
I'm a terrible fisherman;
I should mention that now.
"Explain yourself!" The people say,
And I try.
I try very hard, but the little word-fishes
Seem to always evade my hook.
I simply stand there, in a daze,
Mouth wide-open like a grouper.
Opening.
Closing.
Searching.
Grasping.
Wishing that I could find the right words.
But still, the words are stuck.
The people become angry,
Because they are hungry for my words.
But I'm an awful fisherman,
So they shouldn't rely on me.
So I stand there, gaping.
Opening and closing my mouth again,
While the waves of my mind are crashing
On the walls of my self-control.
I fight hard, trying to sail through
These hazardous oceans.
But it is to no avail.
I'll end up alone again,
Gasping and choking for air as
The waves drown me.
And even still,
The words are stuck.