They tried hard
each day, every moment
to relive the magic
unknowing, that
hearts once out of the spell
wander into wilderness
and forever
is a lie...

This is a spoken word piece that I recorded.  Click to Listen:

https://soundcloud.com/venniekocsis/ghost-trails

Words cannot express
How I feel
For no language can
Convince him that
Our love Is real

how many licks does it take
to get to the center of
your universe?

i'll never know

there was beauty, love, fire, stillness, and i gave it all to you
you put both of your hands around my neck
had a grip on me like your favorite coffee mug
mouths never moved, just trembled

when you went home, your "i love you" started sounding like an apology
now every car crash sounds like the last time i heard you say my name

It grows wild and free
not a delicate rose that needs tending, no
its something that excists even without me
its warmth spreads through us, head to toe
enveloping us in its grasp
it can turn a wise man blind
or crush your lungs gasp

The ancients pondered it's power
others have tried to harness it
compared to most, high above it will tower
it'll transform our days, bit by bit

If more of us tried
not all, but most
it'd spread worldwide
from coast to coast

It grows wild and free
it transforms a day
it lives in you, it lives in me
so cherish it and know it's here to stay

You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!