Woke up from a dream,
Where I was a leaf,
Being passed up an ever growing tree.
From stem to stem, branch to branch, I was passed along up the tree.  
And as I, this leaf ascended, being pushed along by the tree itself, everyone I loved so much, sat on branches, leaning against the trunk like Huckleberry Finn might, if he were resting in a tree.  
And as I'd pass them, they'd look at me so lovingly,
Hold a hand out as if to catch me,
But no one ever actually caught and held me, the leaf, forever being pushed along up the tree.

Until I the leaf, neared the top of the tree.
And I as an old man sat in the very top branches.
Surrounded by everyone I loved.  
Crying so painfully.  
Reaching out to me, the leaf.  
Wanting to hold me just once...
Until I passed my old man self too...  
And left the tree on a breeze.  
Never to see them again.

You have your secrets.
Experiences, who's description, will never cross your lips.
Not to God.
The Devil.
Regardless, whatever they may know.

Keep them.
It's fine.
For you are who you are now.
And who you were...
Doesn't deserve you.

I want to tell you a story,
Of a man touched by sin.
At the start of his life,
Where his soul did begin.

But we pick up at a moment,
Where his freedom is found.
By his savior in horror,
Wrapped, in black gown.

"I wish to let go,
and in you fully trust.
Do what you will...
Do what you must..."

She gave herself freely.
Knowing his soul.
Touched by his warmth,
Having snuggled in his glow.

But he was dark dressed,
Just as was she.
Pain in them both,
Raged like a tumultuous sea.

Both had long ago,
Whispered their woes.
Clasped hands in pure trust.
And swore to go where each other would go.

"Be free" her last words,
And the demon awoke.
Her laying in darkness.
Him burning with smoke.

He hovered above her,
And let loose his rage.
She lay silently...
Both linked by their faith.

Bedding was shredded,
Walls cracked and fell.
His fury split heaven,
Her fear drown out hell.

And he looked down on her,
No mark had been made.
It was as they both imagined.
The end of their days.

He tipped his head gently,
Bared teeth held in awe.
At the glowing of her heart.
And the depth of its draw.

He bit her heart gently.
Without even a thought.
Drew in all of her essence,
Until her body was stopped.

Panic arose,
"Oh god it's as I feared!"
He tried to pour her back,
But black ooze only smeared.

And then a little glimmer,
Of whom he gave his life.
Warmed deep within him.
And with her glowing faithful knife...

She carved a path,
Up into his chest.
And his glow she unburied,
For a moment they rest.

"You... my love...
Pulled me from my corpse.
Through your hellish figure,
You took the soul that was yours."

"And as I have promised,
Through the love that we share.
I claimed the soul that is mine,
So we can finally leave here."

Cloaks made of ashes,
From each others burned away husk.
Formed on their shoulders,
A reminder, of pasts touch.

Now pure of light,
Wrapped in the softness of ash.
They found freedom in trust...
And walked their days, with a laugh...

He's been broken by everyone,
While being a rock to be counted on.
The gravel of himself,
He's rebuilt time and time again.

He's a fragile stone,
A story written in fissures,
Who landslides on your peaks,
Because you're the whole range...

Of where his real connection to earth,
Begins and it ends.
And he's worth...
Holding his hands.

Insides, clenched by a grip.
"Walk carefully..."
Else that last step,
You could fall, you could tip.

Throw, myself,
Down, onto the floor.
"Please finally spill out,
So I don't feel this anymore..."

Rise, up and be empty.
But the pipes are still full,
And the well's full of plenty.

Logically, just disconnect.
But there only one line,
And the good goes with the rest.

Hey there boy,
What's you're name?
Don't mind me,
You'll be gone anyway.

It's a simple transaction,
Inside of my chest.
I don't understand it,
But it leaves me a wreck.

I've dived so deeply,
Into the pain that flairs.
Loss and no self worth,
Are all that really exist there.

A deep lack of trust,
In the goodness I deserve.
Evades my eveything,
At every twist and every turn.

I'm trying to figure out,
This oldest of old stress.
But I've run from much I want.
While I'm trying my best.

So I've reached on out,
To good old therapy.
Maybe someone else,
Can find, what I don't seem to see.

No where to run and no where to hide.
The feelings I have overwhelm inside...

A mess of memories and a mess of mind.
A battered heart that wants to be kind...

Too much take and no way to show.
That the way I feel overpowers my soul...

So taking a breath with quivering sides.
I'll try my best...  Not to run away this time...