What are you seeking? Don't you miss the same? Fragrant soaps and careful looks. Favorite songs and winding roads. Memories of the singing birds. Crisp white linens with lavender. Cloudy, rainy days with gentle hugs. Just a time, just a loss. So simple. Not so important. Just a thought.
Love the deep of night; Moon's full light streaming on the earth; Guide me in my thoughts; Pull me in the tide. Lift me from my sad norm To happy freedom Of reckless dancing delight In Moon's glow.
Keep it behind the the lip. Not to let it slip. Share with no one aloud. Softly scratch it out. Keep it unsigned. Make it unclaimed. Let it drip alone. Don't own. Put it out on paper.
Just a step away; Not quite there, but nearly; It almost reaches pitch; So nearly close; Awfully so; Carefully pushed. Not exactly. Ahh, there you go. Just so. Friday.
Separate and apart outside. Under the glow of part a moon; He held me tighter; With part a smile. Maybe, please without a tease. ‘I love you’ With night so fresh with so much youth. Nature stirs with part a thought. Outside with part a heart.
Darkness settled; Loneliness drapes my shoulders; Wet stings my face; Sobs shake me deep; How did it come to this; Loud crashing nothing; Flashing temper. So much, for so little. Angry showers, Should make you cower.
Last of daylight crisping across the sound; Cooling of the powder sand; Gentle little breeze across sunburnt cheeks; The birds making one last dive; White cotton shirts and flip-flops; Closing of the pool and packing of the chairs; Vacation gone as full moon rises. Churning thoughts of things undone Hit the mind with tomorrow's plan.
One week the best Next week the test Never know my place No sense - Just a feeling. My love drains With your shift. You think it Is another. So in truth Maybe so Can’t take The other side of you.
Bright orange partially shaded by blue Almost hidden by the shade Hanging in the dark sky All the mystery and promise of something great. Just a time to rest. But the linger, the pause. A wish of more.
Just a splatter on the page; Not even of this age; But a note resting on the table; A reminder of that time; Something bigger Yet not recognized at the time. What a huge part that little splatter.
Not going to walk your path; Roaming my own thoughts: Not trying to control you; Feel free to be the *** you are: Let it fly with my exit; Don’t expect me to right Your uncontrollable wrongs. Get along with it; I am gone.
Old Porsche parked on hill; Fall bitting in the air, As if these carefree days Of term papers and lectures Will last forever: The Zombies moaning On the radio about The time of the season. A hidden bottle of Jack Under the passenger seat Waiting for the barn fire. Beauty of youth and Nothingness on the cusp Of meaning and purpose.
It's on me. Guilty for feeling. The weight of crises. Accepting some don't. Too heavy for some. Too constraining for them. They take a little. To know the limit.
Will I never again, Glow with expectation, Feel the touch of lightening. Will I never again, Be the one that wants, Be needed to fulfil. Will I never again, Be so close to perfect, Embraced in rich together. Will I never again, Feel the pull, To never end.
Side step, swoop under; Avoid the troubled heart of things; Cautious thoughts held inside; Not a maneuver, not a plan; Trembling, lying smile Playing at awkward lips. Searching eyes and busy hands; Trying to hide the known. How do you not look suspicious When caught solid.
Rush by with ease; Make a hasty move; What were you thinking? Letting the shine across the lawn in dewy night. No quiet can hide. Turn it out. Go to bed. Leave it alone. Pretend it's unknown. Never admit sin still done.
Just a few years, Not nearly enough. But it was my life. The time to which I always go. The time of which I dream. How could it be my world? So limited, so full. Just a bit of time. My purpose.
Restless sleep; Frustrated pillow tossing; Tangled in sheets with kicking feet; Let it be outside; Quit soaking through; Tearing at me little bits; Inside job is robbing me of piece of mind.
So it soars towards the moon and stars; It lights the sky with bright showers. One beautiful blast of color after another; each catching the gaze. A sorrowful glance, if not full glory; The ones that strike the further distance get the "ahhhs". The ones that burst with different colors win the crowds. Aren't we all just firecrackers travelling our life - making our mark. But in the end, we are all the same, just a trail of smoke and cinder.
Not always what I say matters; Trying always to push happy in the air; Humming to hide the care; People want nice and pretty; Life sometimes heaps the bad; Yelling in my car with the windows up tight; My time of peace is acknowledging to myself; The trick is not to share. Because most don't really care.
The promise of something good, Beyond the summer storm; An especially good piece of chocolate cake; But tonight, its something about to leave; The feeling of tender loss; The wind can't dry the pain; The rainbow won't arch above; The taste is bitter sweet with What could have been. But what was, hummed the crickets, Thrilled the soul.
Don't spill the full; Wriggle from the top; Scramble from the bottom; Make each minute count; Sip it, don't gulp it; Boldly eye before the jump; Sit upon your hands; The time is resting; The fate is waiting; Hours last so long.
Creeping from the depth; brushing over trembling heart; Sensation of trepidation rests upon the sleeping mind. Eyes shut attempting to block The known to remain unseen.
Upon a knee, With open heart, Promise to never part; Yet there is a part; A silent hurt; A shame to hide; A thought to fear; So it goes; Never known; The doubt that pinches; An oval cut. Choked with love; Left unsaid. Blind happy eyes. Warm embrace. Silence best For unkind past.
Gray ash on pale skin; Wednesday's child; Smolder with repentance. Confess your sins. Release your worries. Walk the path of reflection. Revel in the silence.
Days under the pull; Moon tugging at my soul; Pulling me further away; Dazzling nothing; Coolness in the heat of rush; Deep solitude sweeps around; With the lush quiet of calm.
Don't remind me, Don't hop on my last nerve. I wander about in the lost land Trying to discover a new path Looking for a bright end With answers Just don't try to compare Let me be, Let me breathe. Do you really think it makes us stronger? I thought this was just a short drop off for the everlasting. Just don't.
Rhyme in mind; Seen a time gone by; ***** ole line spins by; Not cruel, just rumpled. Not spicy, just worn. Once bounced with new, now falls with truth. Lost about the edges.
Glimpses in a dream- so ordinary, I merely accept that gentle smile long since gone. So normal, a part of my day, I forget to appreciate what God has granted me until I wake. Then, I wish I had run to you. Had hugged you. Had told you how I missed you. I want to dream again.
My foot failed to catch the step; Your calming hand clasped my elbow; With a glance, half a smile; My heart bounced forward not missing the fall. That gentle wave of knowing. The thought of familiar. The memory of your scent. The memory of your intimate touch. Never will my heart stop feeling. To my mind, you belong to me alone. Perhaps also to yours. A shame that is not the way as I continue alone.
Chances are forgiven. Moments are spent. Just another time to idle. Just another time to lie. My heart so wants to believe. I stumble a little with knowledge. Knowing how it truly is, Listening to how I want it to be. Memory of the sudden love spent on lazy afternoons. Lost in lonely times not knowing where you are. Just not the strength to answer with the truth of things . Searching for another way For us to be another day. Sappy weak with chances.
Red clay with deep veins. Grassy patches draped above leaning towards the flowing wet; Ground falling in crumbling chunks; Until smoothly running in the heavy rains. Caught in the rocks at the bottom as it pools with mixing water. Land that's been part of one story becoming part of another. Lost dreams rushing to another bank.
Wondered off; Left this path; Moved to the next thought; All just a notion; Never really part. Left to hymns and angel wings. Don't forget me. I am still here. Eternity ahead. See you soon.
Look over; Don't peer there; Find your courage; Wrap your shoulders with your sweater; Move through the crowd; Own the walk; Stand up straight; Pretend its good when its not; Give them the bright side. Own your space. Don't let it in. Wear a smile. Confidence a plenty. Head up high. Just beyond.
Warmth inside fades to the cold Through the open door; Sun glares on the ice and snow; Crunching one foot forth into God's world; Pulling the scarf across my mouth; Another glistening world. Cold wind wraps about me With wicked arms. Wet in my eyes goes cold around my sunglasses. One slippery step after another. My old knees creak my walk. My happy golden charges ahead plowing a path for me to follow. Old sun grins upon the earth.
Icy breath escapes his mouth; No warmth found; Only cold, dense words, That make the heart hurt; The chilled wind cuts not as bad. Hope it hurts him to say those things. Even if it is just the cold wind, chilling his lungs and beating heart as he opens his mouth. Don't be that way. But so it is, A chill, for a chill.
Quick daylight leaving; Tumbling darkness; Cold wind batters the shutters; Candle flickers; Fireplace crackling with bright heat; Dancing shadows against the walls; Song of the long night; Red and green decor; Women with hoods and gloves; Druid dream surround; Met with Christian mood; Mankind's combination Of spirit and mystical. Long night fills the soul.
My Christmas decoration To adorn my hall; While the tree lights the den; The cookies lay upon the plate; The ribbons scatter on the floor; Lights glitter about inside and out. Children run and chatter about the Christmas cheer. Angel wings and halo firmly rest upon the blessed. The message sent.
Seems like a day to wash away scares; Seems like a day to relieve cares; Seems like a day to drift on clouds; Seems like a possibility; Just to be, to behave without despair. A cooling, resting , no care December day.
A space with no relief; Not there yet; Not a time to anticipate; Nothing has the strength to move; A grey between the floor and ground; Where shadows hide; No feeling comes; How to budge to the glow; No feeling left except low. How to feel the life loved. Just crawling round the grey.
Turned away, No more say, Just leave. Deep red hues Busting over hills. Leaves pulled by rain. Autumn tune of vibrant life and dying all at once. Train's whistle in distance. No more words to say. Just leave. Let me be. Let it be.
Time whipped into a lacy dress. About ankles with an upturned face. Short cut curls and hanging veil. Upturned face with glowing smile. Handsome man in morning suit With gloved hand holding the laced arm. Wedding cake delicately held. Now, a dream of the past black and white. Another with gown sweeping at the ground. Long blonde hair held up in pins. A man in dress mess grinning down. Walking beneath arched swords. Glossy in color within a book. Tomorrow a low dipped gown. A knowing smile. A quick little service With a loud wild party. Just how it is.
Going to meet with Gemma! Did you pack my special pants? We can pack when I get back! Don't touch that bag! See ya later! Maybe not! College tomorrow. I'm so gone.