shall we go now on this journey, once per year
let our footsteps engrave this earth ten fold
left are prints of who we are, who we once were
perhaps we will know, when our dreams are
at peace with Him

what have we done in this life He has given us
such hurt we have inflicted, such love we absorbed
has the joy I bestowed upon a stranger, enlighten
perhaps we will know, when our dreams are at
peace with Him

our faults are many,our good deeds many more
as we hope the balance favors us more
perhaps we will know, when our dreams are at
peace with Him

my god may not be yours,  for beliefs are personal
but each conversation, is on our own terms
we will take the scolding as He sees fit
and feel the good we have done for Him
our final question we ask, are always followed
by another question, the answers have questions
that have answers to that question

perhaps we will know when our dreams are at
peace with Him

for the brightest of light in the night
will guide us on this journey
one footstep at a time

A blank piece of paper and restless thoughts
sitting in silence, no words are brought
this room full of moisture, mostly from my eyes
with no answers that I sought
A coldness has sharpen your words
your breath, lingers like swords
that ***** me, like never before

what body are you warming
I should have seen the warnings
when your nights turn into mornings

our bed feels like a vast ocean
empty with waves of emotions
that spill over the horizon
in slow motion

the yearning for your freedom, I ask why
the exhausted sigh and coldness in your eyes
are the echos that fill this room of your goodbyes

hold me once again, just one more time
for the colors of my dreams are scattered
those rich textures are woven into streaks
that fade as time itself fades
such an enchantment that once held me
those ****** blue eyes that I surrendered to
have a hazy gleam of uncertainty
have we found ourselves in a cycle
of repetitive motions, a kiss good morning
a hug good night, a void between
a well place comment, yet such a hollow duty
I know now I'm not shiny and new anymore
corrosion can be so cruel
but when I look at you, you are perfectly polished
such a goddess that has been bestowed upon me
when all the " I love you" are the trueness of my passion.
perhaps you can touch me, and feel the brightest of love
I have for you, just one more time

the tranquility of the night is set upon me
the calm air lingers, the last soft note of mozart
harboring the scattered light of stars
my wandering mind just stares, connecting the dots
the softness of your touch, impales my heart
your siren whispers infitrate my thoughts
the weakening of my body, surrenders to you
and my murmers, only you can understand
lay your head on my chest, arms around me
let us make our own dreams

exhustion sets is, from the heavy daily toll
the eyes are sleepy, each step is slow
the body stiffens, bending over to untie the shoes
toes touching carpet, soft, another day is through
streched on the sofa, blood rushing to a calm
the mind turns of the noise, only quiet is the sound
amen

such that it is, the pure sounds
the genius of music men
that captures my thoughts
trying to pen my love for you
you've become more beautiful
with each earthly step you take
in awe, I surrender to you
do not blush, when I bestow
my heart upon you
for I give it completely
do as you may with it
wash it clean of sins, ****** it
feel the warmth in your hands
I know my ramblings seem
scattered, such is crazed love
but you will gather them up
corral them in your mind
knowing the gift of you
is my heaven on earth

Oh the raven, that taunts me
clutching the heart he stole
circle above me, his cawing so bold
go ahead, try to intice my soul
your taunts are futile, I feel no more

this aloneness  is real, my comfort zone
no daggers to pierce me, just a silent groan
there are no litmus test to prove me
am I right or am I wrong
or that stamp upon my head, that I belong

perhaps tomorrow will be a better day
the gray will finally fade
I'll start all over, again, this time
search for anything to fill the lines
of long standing questions in my mine