There were only thorns waiting for me.
Every lie,
I saw everything in
Crystal clear water.
I may be the broken one--
Still,
I know what I am not.
There is no way to mend what
You have broken--
Can you trust me?
But I can't say the same for you.

I lingered too close to the edge
Of an abyss.
I know who pushed me--
And I'm still waiting for the impact
Of the bottom.

Are my dreams of you,
Blessings or curses?

I don't want to wake up,
Not now!

It's you,
The girl who makes me believe in love,

Are we destined to meet?
You, the girl in my dreams,

This love is,
Only in a dream,

I don't want to wake up,
Not now!

But, do you truly exist?

A dream that I never want to let go of,

This love is,
Only in a dream,

You have no name,

But, do you truly exist?

I never want to let you go,

I want to spend eternity with you,

I don't want to wake up,
Not now!

© 2014 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

The curse of the Night Walker
Ones who sought the traces of darkness
Of world and of soul
We see through the shades
We know the blindness
Some may be born
Some may be dragged
We know this darkness
Better than most

Daylight ignores us
Cruelty cages us
Even if we break free
It never changes

Day Walkers say they feel
Sorrow and doubt
When the Night Walker fades
When most never knew what made us
They pay a few kind words
Then walk

Day Walkers find it easy
To move away from darkness
Thinking candle light is enough
To light the path
When their flame is easy to extinguish

Flowers pelt the fallen's final rest
When petals wither
Never do Day Walkers
Have the burden of the souls
Which still linger
When the Day Walkers are blind
To the flickers of light the soul that still remain

The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we know too well
The sight of a lingering soul
Bound to a world
Where daylight seeks to hide us
Rather than shelter us

The curse of the Night Walker
Is that we hear
The shadows that continue to scream
To the horrors they felt
When they cast the form in which they became

The blessing of the Night Walker
Is that we also see
The distant stars in the sky
In which few of us see
As the destiny of the Night Walker
So we may guide others to the light

My father said the other day
with a sad smile
his calloused fingers ran through my hair,

"You feel too deeply:
it is both a blessing
and a curse."

"Blessing?" I inquired.

He had no answer.
His hand gently provided more weight
and suddenly I knew.

It is not a blessing
to be different from the majority
from pragmatic individuals
who superficially skim over events
--that hurt, injure, sadden-- me.

No;
it is a curse.