turn to me
see through these eyes
into the part of me
that has lain dormant
for so
very
long
it hides itself well
but I’m asking you
pleading
to not give up
Foreign Existence
The rippling water below glimmered in the soft light of the moon, presenting to her a distorted reflection of the scene. She wondered and wondered and wondered: Is this what home is? Is this heaven? Is this truth or trickery?
She never had much patience. One more tear spilling down a sunken cheek. One more look above. One last look below. A leap followed by a delicate splash, the sound swallowed by the stillness of the night. The beginning of a journey back to the start.
the melody carries on
the melody carries on
forever
the first breath of the world
exhaled
a gentle flurry of leaves rustle
a tempestuous gale tears through
the first word and the last truth
inhale and unfold
inhale and unfold
return to yourself
it’s very easy
to get lost out there
fortify and restrain
bide time
count the stars
you will bloom soon
revelations
the catacombs of your mind
harbor treasures within
a familiar soul, revisited
after the world ended
dust off the tomes
and read of love
bedroom
gliding along slowly in your dimly lit bedroom
the night feels soft; the music is warm
stare in the mirror and love
shut the shades and be free
homeward bound
the sky is calling
but there’s much to be done first
regrets to resolve
hope to be nurtured
a garden that needs tending
the sky is calling
one day I’ll answer
after I’m out of love
when the well runs dry
and the last petal falls
