Blind

Fog has settled upon my mind
Misty eyes guide me
And shadows support me

Fumbling through the dark I find you
But how can I know you
If I can’t see the true you

Dark shadows fall on your face
Tangible beauty you are to me
But how do I know

For I know no other
You are the one
The only one

Careful for I am fragile
I am weakened
From the endless pain

I hold onto you with trembling fingers
I no longer know what’s right
All familar lines have blurred

For so many voices calling
Tearing me
Ripping me apart

Beloved hands that once had lead me
Fight with each other
To grasp me

Oh the silky white hands
Sport dark talons
How lovely they had once seemed

But I can’t be certain anymore
In the darkness
This utter black

I watch my step
As I fall
Always back into your arms

Guide me for I am blind
Love is a sort of blindness
That ails us all


Beloved Phantom

My lips so eager
And yours so tender
Forever I had wanted them
But in a second it was over

The warmth of your embrace
Holds me
And the memory of this
Calls me

I can feel your finger tips
Imprinted in my skin
Your touch
Is still with me

Your eyes so warm
Your presence so right
Lips so soft
They all haunt me

You are with me
Though you have gone
And I can still taste you
On my lips


Baby Sun

Baby Sun rose with the day
And thought, “I must go out to play!”

Up the hills and over a stream
Baby Sun let his joy beam.

Just a little ball of energy
He ran, skipped, and chased a bee.

He tasted the wind as if a sweet
As he danced happily in the heat

Then Baby Sun climbed a pine
Got to the top and let his pride shine.

He enriched the flowers to make them grow.
In the river he dipped his toe.

Baby Sun noticed it was getting late
But he thought, “Oh sleep can wait!”

At the end of the day he was getting slow.
His shine was now only a glow.

Mother Earth took him in her arms, hugged him tight.
Now you could barely see his light.

After she dressed him all in white, Mother Earth put him in his crib and
said, “Goodnight!”

It got dark and in the night crept.
And tucked in his crib of stars, Baby Sun slept.

As the stars rocked him in a gentle way,
Baby Sun waited and dreamed of a new day.

Pandora’s Hidden Evil

Tiny bubbles inside your soul
Bringing new thoughts to the surface
Thoughts you hadn’t dared to think
‘Til those fatal words were whispered

Contrary to your thoughts
They brought new life
But the new flora is poisonous
You don’t realize this till it’s too late

‘Til you do something stupid
And the truth comes out.
These words were small lies
Dressed up as sheep

You had no reason not to doubt them,
Other than your own instincts.
We deny our link to the animals
So we forget that instincts can save you

Save your heart from dying
From unwittingly committing suicide
By taking the small pill
The pill called hope…

The Yearning

Why do I torture myself?

Crucify myself on your cross
Why do I pretend?
Not to feel the hurt

The yearning
The need to hold you
To melt away your fears
And heal all your wounds

But I can’t have you
And you don’t need me
Yet this hunger is with me
And I have grown accustomed

Accustom to you talking of your other loves
The ones I know you’d rather have…
Than your shield
The one that would do anything for you

Sacrifice everything for you
Only if you would smile for a second
The hope of this smile keeps me fighting
Fighting till my own ruin

My heart is aching when I don’t see your smile
Your smile so loving
Your eyes so knowing
Your heart… not mine