Piece by piece
By piece
By piece

Yesterdays hollow moments got filled
One thought
One action
One breathe
At a time
Yesterday I wasn’t sure
I could make another day

Piece by piece
By piece
By piece

I saw a new day
A day just a little easier
A day where the sun shone a little longer
A day where maybe
Just maybe
The pieces might fit together

*And the whirling  sound in my brain might stop

I see  You
I see you

Please don't stand too close
The devil has broken free from the shackles of his cage and is threatening
To take from me anyone that comes near

Stepping back quietly with grace would be your best option
But even then I can't promise your get out of this in one whole piece

Fragmented pieces falling
You crumble at my feet

If only you'd listened

The devil within
The Angel within
He fell
In darkness as in the light
As in day
As in night

Shh place your finger to your lips
Silence breeds contempt you say
But I say it just serves to keep you safe

In shadows we find ourselves
As sunrise appears
We thank god we have survived

I feel I need to breathe in the waves of the sea,
To feel him gripping me tightly
A breath of warm breeze through the trees,
He entices my soul to fly
I breathe in your love
It is tender yet a little tinged with fear

I will surrender and flow
I will be cleansed and renewed
Or so I believe
And choose to do so

It takes but a moment to move freely through the abbess

Yet I am able to at ease

Follow
Follow
The waves  sing in rhythmic motions
Like some French composer in time with my breath.
The trees sway as I fall freely on the breeze.
Trust in the moment
And you
You must trust also for this magic to be real

How beautiful
How beautiful is it all when we take a moment to breathe  it all in

How exquisitely I take myself  to pieces
Only to ravel up the yarn of my own misgivings so that I am able to try to understand the puzzle put before me.

When you look in the mirror
What is it you see?

Please forgive me
If I step off the edge of reason
There seems so much to say
And such little time.

The grandfather clock strikes 12
Tom’s midnight garden takes  us back to the moment just before we first met.

I may just turn and walk away this time.

I learnt that if I step side ways
I can observe without having to participate in this crazy game.

I will follow the fallen leaves into autumn.

Where was it I hid my conscience again ?
I seem to be unraveling
Mind wanders as I drift upon the frozen memories of some obscure happening.
Please let me ride on the hushed whispers of spring.
And when Tom awakens from his dreams I will bask in the summers rays and warm you with my ever ending love.

The garden of my soul is singing
For was it not a beautiful sight
When I was able to unravel the meaning that sat  just passed the  horizon in your deep hazel eyes.

When I understood the answers to the questions.
When I stopped and thought for just one moment
I realised
That the reflection in the  mirror was nothing but an illusion.