The Library

Silence overwhelms
                        the tears I have to cry
                        I hear your words -
                        but they seem to float so high
                        into the starless sky
                        while I defy years
                        that you never see
                        If I had only listened
                        to the silence in between
                        I wouldn't have to wonder
                        why the library seems
                        so eerie and quiet today
                        I wish I hadn't begged you to stay
                        Forgiving myself the first time
                        then yearning to erase the last...
                        why didn't I remember
                        Why couldn't I have learned
                        that summer and love
                        are the two constants
                        that never last

Your Choice

If you know how much she loves you
                        there is only room for two
                        If you know how deeply she cares for you
                        then why do you stay so subdued
                        Nothing in life or time
                        is cause to make one feel ignored
                        It takes a moment to remind her
                        that she is completely adored ~

                        This game of love is no game in your mind
                        but a learning experience instead
                        be delicate with her heart love
                        thought it's strength is unmatched
                        it's hanging by a thread.

                        Your body can be tired
                        Your night can be fulfilled
                        But do not forget yesterday's trust
                        which took time and patience to build

                        I'll go quietly into the morning
                        no longer fighting this foe
                        Feelings are simply emotions awry
                        but I wanted you to know...

                        We are so much more than this

Broken

The glass jar of hope
                        broken and empty now
                        like my eyes
                        discarded tears
                        from your rain
                        Until my thoughts run
                        dry like a stale whisper
                        given to me upon faith
                        that I would never believe
                        The jagged bloody edges
                        seem smooth and round
                        In my dreams I find
                        my hands in yours
                        not tightened in a fist
                        summoning anger's wrath
                        A tattered book from
                        clenching your trust
                        and pages of love
                        remain locked
                        Will they fill will dust
                        or can the wind bring them back
                        with a single branch
                        covered in a new song
                        that the dove once carried
                        in her mind

Silence and Confusion

Too much confusion
                        silence and patience
                        in a war with my heart
                        like peace and betrayal
                        in harmony
                        While purgatory's hand
                        leads me into my promise
                        my mind runs far
                        from the questions
                        I'd rather stay and ponder
                        My lips conceal the words
                        I long to say
                        and my heart breaks
                        with the constant echo
                        of lost time

Missing Shoe

Sighs and wistful thinking
                        upon my brow
                        pen in hand
                        and still in nature
                        nothing speaks for my heart
                        Look out past the ocean
                        blue horizons and
                        clear futures
                        but for now
                        sandy beaches
                        and one missing shoe...
                        The wind brings songs
                        somewhat like the past
                        knocking on my hidden door
                        did it disappear
                        when opportunity waited
                        silent on my doorstep
                        patient for me to arrive
                        did I drive too quickly
                        with no time to notice
                        that missing sole
                        carelessly left
                        or thrown out
                        on the side of the road
                        too often traveled
                        Or did I discard the shoe
                        unaware of the importance
                        of the miles it once walked
                        If I found the artist
                        to stroke the color
                        into the dream
                        of the imaginary journey
                        would he paint two shoes
                        or one...

Quiet Read

Just a simple sigh
                        puncuates the high
                        My hand trembles
                        aching to touch yours
                        Lost and missing a kiss
                        reading your words
                        Thoughts from your breath
                        exhilarating my own
                        until this very moment
                        when a sadness prevails...
                        My hidden heart feels worn
                        and slightly torn

Balance

A softest voice
                        from somewhere within
                        my sleep bringing dreams
                        Perhaps it's my conscience
                        when smiling upon
                        a different day
                        or finding a penny
                        shined and cleaned
                        Umbrella for your thoughts
                        he asks
                        sun catching rays
                        of a lighter memory
                        my fingers wrapping
                        silk brown threads of summer
                        in circling motions of
                        intentional bliss
                        Just waiting for a kiss
                        she thinks sadly
                        Just waiting for the kiss
                        And the lips
                        hiding somewhere closeby
                        tremble and sigh
                        A new troubled desire
                        flickers on and off
                        like the lightswitch
                        on the invisible wall
                        Walk out into the world
                        he begins
                        But her steps
                        twice as cautious
                        three times as swift
                        Four times ahead...
                        have taken her further
                        than the world will allow...
                        Balance
                        she urges
                        trying to float
                        upon the notes
                        in one Last Song
                        plunging over the falls
                        swimming to escape
                        the rough peaks of water
                        Her left hand reaches up
                        high above her heart
                        and her right arm
                        remains numb at her side
                        Is she desperately
                        needing to be rescued
                        or is she simply trying
                        to fly home