I should know better by now
But its the exhilarating feeling that gets me every time
I can't stop myself
And this time you're hard to read
I have absolutely no idea what you are thinking
I cannot help but be more than intrigued
Especially because usually I have the ability to read people like a magazine
But no
Not you
You are a completely new mystery

You walk with me  every day
Every hour you  are near me
My companion, confidant and ******
Knowing every sin and secret  

You control my life  
More than I will ever admit
Staying with me at all times
Documenting every scar

You whisper in my ear
Reminding me of what I face
Telling me I'm strong enough
Adding that's not all it takes

You are a companion, yes
But will never be a friend
You are a part of me
I will not live without

You hide but never long
I know you will return
Even though I try to stop you
My pain PAIN  PAIN  PAIN  *PAIN

not lost but not found

Quiet whispers

mark the morning

hushed, and rattling

like the leaves on the concrete outside;

eyes sleepily open

to mid morning sun

blinking

struggling

to see the new day.

Your arm sneaks over me

and you pull me close-

I won't be leaving the soft bed before you this morning.

your soft breath haunts the back of my neck

sending chills down my spine,

your loving lips caressing away

the strands of hair that have fallen over my face;

your fingertips brush-

so gently

so softly-

as if I were a doll that would break

and be lost forever

or a vision that would melt away

and disappear.

We laugh quietly-

this is our world

and no one can disturb our play

when we are so absorbed in each other-

our smiles making the shadows of night

cringe,

and melt into the corners-

ashamed to be there

in the presence of our golden light.

Here,

in your arms,

in our morning world,

there is nothing that can break my spirit,

nothing that I cannot feel glad for.

You

and I

we are happy,

we are free to love

and laugh

and live today-

and every day-

because happiness is here,

with you.

This is the time
when wakeful day is covered in a sheet of drowsy twilight,
and air
is cool
but not cold.

The lights are dim, but not dark
and the sounds are quiet
but not silent.

I can feel my mind fall drowsy
caught in the muting mist of gentle energy,
and dimly blinking electricity.

I become a raindrop within a horde of raindrops
a hundred miles above the ground;
a plastic bag caught in some exhaled breeze
that floats about without a sound.

My own ego clings to me, like a friend without companion
it seems afraid to be abandoned,
so I have speaks with it awhile.

I learn a list of all transgression, and preach long sermons to the night.
Is it listening?
I'm long gone, and would not know it otherwise.
It's beginning to turn to darkness,
and I have too much on my mind.

Why do we all fail so often,
In our worldly pursuits and mortal gains?
Pushing all the boundaries along our journey, moving forward but at leisurely pace.

In search of happiness,
the reason all wander to places so far and new.
Though find their end in seeking companion,
Who'll die to live with you.

This find we seek is never easy, with chance and destiny in play.
Yet chance upon the perfect partner,  and life's all happy days.

How hard is it to trust and honour ,  when love is all you seek?
No child's play, it is through errors,  that I will learn your needs.

At this very instance,
A mother has lost her child,
Her kin, her reflection, her life.

At this very instance,  
A son has lost its father,
His best friend, his guide, his light.

At this very instance,
A girl has lost her brother,
Her shadow, her protector, her laugther.

At this very instance,
A man has lost his love,
His happiness, his companion, his morning light.   

At this very instance,
Someone stares into the eyes of death.
Speechless, in awe of its profound depth.

At this very instance...