to see your spirit
unconstrained by time or heart
a feather in the wind
dancing free

A new moon rises though we don’t see,
Beginnings are always cloaked in dark,
Never be fearful of what might be,
There don’t really have to be a spark,
Sit in the darkness, you’ll understand,
The seed germinates in utter black,
A new life growing, soon to stand,
There’s always a growth for every lack,
And when time is over, we do not fade,
We had our chance to laugh and sing,
Our love forever lives in the shade,
Don’t worry what the night may bring,
For blackest times are the natural state,
Darkness is only an absent light,
But you never have to accept your fate,
And there’s nothing missing in the night.

JDoyle

I still hear the music
My feet want to swing in step.
My eyes want to smile with welcome.
I want to cling.
I still hear the music.
My arms want to wrap with warmth.
My lips want to whisper.
The rhythm is familiar.
I still hear the music.
Come to me.
Let's dance, the dance of youth.

~
in limbo, paralyzed by inaction
and unsure of how to move forward
moodier and more menacing than ever before
a delicate state of mind is explored
all about seeing the beauty
in the darkness of futility
digging wells and all to happy
to throw us all down there
as images painted on an ancient vase, exploring
what it means to be frozen
in a moment of time for all eternity
~

To love is to fall
Fall like shooting stars

To love is to forget
Forget the pain I will regret

To love is to remember
Remember my souls request

To love is a poisonous game
A game I simply love to play