Lying on these sheets,
Shadows dancing inside my head
Too much depends upon,
Too much expects for more
Voices seek for the hug of a serene sea,
A heart wanting nothing but to be free

An early start
Brisk, cold, dark.
Busy train, not for long
Transfer to busier train,
Easy ride followed by half hour walk.
First day of semester,
Lecture one - lifespan, development and communication.
Ten minutes to spare
Crowded room. Enough seats.
No friends.

Alone.

Fear of isolation sets in.
Unjustified? Maybe.
Irrational? Emotion mind says "no".

Later on; sitting alone.
Library,
Perfect silence.
Views of clear, empty blue skies.
A water feature, the road, a small bridge.
Serene yet, lonely.

The day is still cold,
The clock; not yet 12
The space around me still empty - alone
An accustomed feeling
Isolation already defining day one.

A day not yet ended.

I've been inside this whirlwind for quite some time
and I know not when will I get to experience the warmth of hugs and kisses again.

Oh how I miss the feeling of serenity!
... and the quietness of still waters
... and the gentle breeze
... and running after butterflies on a calm afternoon.

it's around 1 a.m.
i can describe the passing cars
and the whistling wind
or the sleepy stars
and the mellow moon
the night is sublime
that much is true
but i lose words
when i think of you

*c.b.

~                     *         In our hearts there is a lacking
                                       We made these boxes meant for stacking
To build our pyramids right to the top
                                 In hope to fill the hole
                                             But in truth we've no control
       In this stream of life were ascending
                         And we are all just pretending
                              To look full and whole to the rest of the world
       But maybe its just a tax
                         To these lives that where attached
         So that hole will be full
                                      once we've gone
                             Yet still I'm wrapped inside this coil
      That with it brings turmoil
               Though i am still young
                      I feel my soul is old and done
     So with what time i have left
                                              I will sit and take deep breaths
                             And listen gently to the falling rain

I remember I was dead..


The moment is finally here
My prayers have been answered,I've eternally dreamt
That here with peace I rest
and all is well.

My soul quietens from the rest it has been given since it's been ever oppressed.
Daily bricks are thrown my way.
Each day obstacles accumulate on my path.
A sigh is all that's spelled from me since these acts signify a cliché.


But tonight here on my bed I rest.
Peace will be regained as I pray for my subconscious to ascend to a serene place. Here, I am temporary dead.


Goodnight.

waves of calm take me over,
rippling through my mind, body, being

the pure, crisp water washes me clean
as I float on the surface

Oh! Teach me how to be relaxed so!
Are your waves like the choppy seas
in my own life? Or do you just try to
empathize?

Nonetheless, I do enjoy it,
being alone with only you and my thoughts
your encouragement letting me dive
into the deepest realms of my mind
that which I avoid in others company

True, you are silent; a mystery
Yet I feel that is what I love about you most

Skin made of frost
Hair made of snow
Thought to be lost
But only she knows

Dashes around
Quick as her fox
Never is bound
But destiny knocks

The cold gives life
It pumps her heart
Never caused strife
Love tore her apart

It took her down
Though she was warned
She falls and drowns
When a child is born

And as she melts
Without the cold
She knew she felt
What she had been told

I can't speak
To the power of a god
But certainly there was
Something powerful among us,
As certainly as
The water threw the sun
Back into the sky
And as certainly as
The birds rode the air around us,
Certainly I know this.
Perhaps it was
Our collective human spirit
Rising like the trunk
Of a great tree
Whose leaves were the fruits
Of our serenity
And whose branches
Were an oasis
To the birds,
As if to make clear
That even those creatures
With the freedom to be
Anywhere in the world
Would choose to be
Among us
In this moment.

She is a willow tree, slight and swaying
Her voice comforting like the wind
Cool like the spring at dawn
But crisper,
Crystal that is not fogged up or weigh down
By the muggy droplets in the air.
Cool and blissful and serene.
She laughs and says nonsense
That you absolutely agree with