I have no prejudice whatever you see is what you get.
Just as it is unveiled by love or hate
I am not cruel, only faithful---
The eye of a Big God. Omnipotent, omnipresent.

Sitting at my desk I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is magnolia with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers and the
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman watches over me,
Searching my heart she reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those erroneous fools,
The candles and the lamp and laughs.

I see her back, and like the lake it mirrors faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an openness of hands.
Am I important to her? She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.

In me she has drowned in a lake of emotion.
Ever longing for peace of mind and the freedom to be
Like the mist on the lake, brooding, hovering, watching.
In a breath she has gone, yet I know she’ll return.
Preparing the way for the Light of the world.

Every hoof and every paw
Battle horses and dogs of war
Fearless before the enemy stand
Intently listening for the humans command.
Gunfire and explosions flash in their eyes
As they gallop and run through the battle cries
Faster they advance and never tire
With their eyes ablaze and hearts of fire
Never to falter or turn away
Loyalty and courage leading the way
Never underestimate the sacrifice
Of the courageous animals that gave their lives
More than a pet
Lest we forget........
Every hoof and every paw
Of the battle horses and dogs of war.

Standing at my window I pretend I’m looking out
Imprisoned by my fears and all consuming doubt
Your eyes they beckon me to come into the light
But I feel so much safer by the moon tonight

Hidden in the shadows I am just a silhouette
The outline of loneliness, hopelessness, trying to forget
Yet...
No matter how much I play with colours they still remain pitch black
Ghosts that still haunt me trying to pull me back...

My window pane had been shattered
Like promises that might have been
A stone
Thrown
Intentionally, how could they have seen?
My world now distorted concealing my clear view
Of shapes that once danced to music in the early morning dew.

Still, you beckon me to come from behind my pane
Out from the shadows and once again
Feel refreshing healing rain
Touching my shattered eyes and wounded heart
Woken again with colour and given a brand new start..

Who am I?
Perhaps some long forgotten
Poets sigh
A tear unnoticed, that rolled down a cheek
And through the weight of years still tries to speak.
Why take up my cross
Why care
Or tear your heart again with my prayer
Why?
If I knew
I would lay down my life
For you.