Friday, January 6, 2012

Ink

I'm proud of you and everything you'll be
red lines -- their names--  were whipped upon your back
But through my love I hope that you can see
one name that still remains written in black
Scratch out the past, the people who still try
to deceive you, confuse you, bring you down
Move forward love, not even asking why
slip past their grip, and leave without a sound
The future is your book, so write a page,
a chapter each day, a story of love
A pen will replace the sword used to slay
your confidence; now draw what you deserve
If you lose sight of what you need to do,
just retrace the name inked on your tattoo

Calm

No longer borne of the face
of impatience and fear;
Just an aching desire
of wanting you near
Old doubts have no room
to become idle tools of deceit
and are replaced permanently
with soft kisses when we meet
Calm I whisper quietly
There you are, my friend
And my faith in your love
surrounds us once again

Dawn

Just as dawn makes her way
past the morning dove's song
this soft, gentle rain begins to fade
My soul stands at the window
looking out past the light
feeling too far away
Left hand to the glass
my breathing still as death
daring to touch your heartbeat
From a thousand miles away
while you sleep unaware
playing your dreams on repeat
I close my eyes tightly
giving into my solitude
and reach across space and time
to hear your quiet
to touch your skin
determined to see a sign
Just as dawn makes her way
past your deep and dreamfilled sleep...
I swear I can hear you sigh

Orbit

Stars and galaxies
spinning inside of my heart
Passing gravities
unlocked in the dark
Intensified fires
between space and light
Supernovas igniting
when I kiss you tonight...

Overwhelmed

Ancient trees bend and sway
and proudly lead the way
to my resting place of inner peace and balance
Calming my tired, restless soul
burying the dangerous, senseless fear
that threatened my gentle heart with lies and malice
My fingers split the water
rippling hope and spots of joy
clearing the conscience for the endless skies above
Ancient trees sway and bend
and gently show me the end
to the right of calm, to the center of your love