You may not have meant to
and you probably didn't  
but your smile
and your voice
have left soft footprints on my heart.
Because of that, as soon as you left
I had to get up and dance,
alone here on the gallery floor,
amongst the paintings I am meant to be selling.

I want to say that I'm getting better,
that  these scars are starting to feel
like the marks of a warrior who has won battles,
but even if the bleeding has stopped, the war is not over.

There are so many days when the sun will come out,
and I can feel its warmth wash over me, and it is
when I am covered by its happy grace,
that the shadow of sadness is cast across the
sidewalks.. those sidewalks where every crack
was a canyon to wide to cross.
My blood stained on every square.

And as I stand on top of that mountain and look down
upon the valley that I had conquered,
i realize,
that my footprints spell your name...

Then there I go again,

crashing
burning

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

falling, right back into
the devils claw.

When will the tide come in?
     When will it wash away the footprints you left in the sand?
When will the rain pour?
     When will it shower and clean the tracks you left in the street?
When will the wind pick up?
     *When will the breeze sweep away your scent from the house?

some PEOPLE come into our LIVES
and leave quickly...
but some others stay
and leave FOOTPRINTs...
in our HEARTS
and we are
NEVER THE SAME.....

WE WILL ALL DIE ONE DAY.....
a certainity we cant change....
not concerning  myself
with this bitter truth...
let me wish .....
to create....
something worth IT....
NOT ONLY for myself....
but for those breathing alongside me.....
which will STAY.....
LONG AFTER I LEAVE....
MY BODY CAUGHT I

He was gone .. with the desolation the disaster had bought. Her heart had poured out along with the numbness flowing in the veins leaving her pale.                            
taking away the felicity ,she is best known for, like the waves those erase the footprints alongside the shore,Washing away the long walks of joy. Dessension along the years in cold, did not bring back her smile                                    
But it did make her a superwoman he always said she was.

she's calling me from across the land
across the corridors of stone, rocks and sand
the empty expanse which separates us now
will soon dwindle as we journey to Tankwa Town

the desert can be harsh but maybe she can be tamed
or better put, respected, as she lets you have your way
to stare into her milky eyes, star studded and moon-rising
and hold her close as you whisper "You are truly mesmerising"

and when the sun has set on a week
where i hope only love, respect and care, of we speak
you, my darling, my sandy treat
will have nothing left from me but prints from my feet

I could swear something is behind me.
A simple step away
Breathing down the nape of my neck.
But I turn-nothing breathes.
Nothing lives.
It's just me and my shadow
Walking 'neath the leaves of the sleeping trees.
Wake up. Wake up, please!
Something is chasing me.
Save me. Save me!
There's something there, I know there is.
But I don't know what it is.
What are you, little shadow?
Why are you chasing me?
I'm scared. So scared.
Your footsteps are intimidating me.
Your breath slips down the collar of my shirt
Raising the hairs from a deep slumber.
Help. HELP!

snow covers the ground
and hides the footprints you left
when you walked out of our front door without saying
goodbye
and now my hearts shattering
into a million tiny snowflakes floating
around in the sky until it turns into a blizzard
because the more I think of all the fun we had the harder the snow falls
swirling around my head like all the memories we created
just like the snowman in our yard
but eventually the sun came out and he melted
his nose and button eyes falling to the ground as fast as I fell head over heels for you
and now I remember why I love winter
but hate the snow