Dancing Away

I stare at blank paper. I’m waiting. I’m thinking.
The little line there, waiting and blinking.
I listen for the whispers to come.
Don’t think. Just write. Relax and circum.

Words on paper. Lovely little words,
More for my delight than to be heard.
Curling and laughing around little thoughts,
The words love to play and they love to be caught.

Writing and reading. Sipping coffee. I’m pleased.
Watching words tangle. They spin and they tease.
No topic, no purpose other than to play,
The words keep on whispering and dancing away.

Eternal Youth

Mortal people. Secrets. Lies.
Broken souls and silent cries.
Weaving webs and crossing lines,
Loosing site of what defines.

So far lost from what is pure,
They think it only myth for sure.
So far gone from love and trust,
Thinking they must be memories, just.

Mortal people. Bitter. Broken.
Given these, a worthless token,
By a world, desperate for peace,
But loves to war and will not cease.

So far lost from clarity.
So blind from pain they cannot see.
For love and peace, forgiveness, truth,
Are not just things coupled with youth.

They stay with those who fight and war,
Not against others. They’re fighting for,
And against themselves, they will win,
Keeping values locked within.

Youth is more than length of days,
A moments glory. A second’s praise.
It can be kept. It keeps on giving.
It is a light of truth and living.

Other people. Bitter. Cold.
Choosing to be blind and old,
Rather than to fight for truth,
And life and love…eternal youth.

 

June’s Romance

The sky is black as the ocean’s heart,
Yet a flash of light rejects defeat.
Not brought on by the clouds and rain,
He flashes for the heat.

The summer smiles a half-moon smile,
While the fireflies slowly dance.
Twirling, flickering, while crickets play,
Sweet tunes of June’s romance.

The brooks and streams have slowed their pace,
Relaxed and singing quiet songs.
The stars begin to wake up now,
Emerging in excited throngs.

A flash of light appears again,
How he does love to dance,
With streams, and stars and fireflies,
And sweet tunes of June’s romance.

Breaking Down Walls

There is too little air…this air that I’m breathing.
My pent up distress. Inside I am seething.
Angry at weakness. Empowered by anger.
Reckless in power. Sensing the danger.

Worn out and weary. Distressed just the same.
For all of my fighting, no answers to claim.
Angry at weakness. Resigned to be still.
Seething in silence…breaking my own will.

Sledge hammer in hand, I break down the walls.
Crying and hurting…watching them fall.
The rooms here are empty. It’s only me here.
Angry at nothing, but at my own fear.

My weakness, my failure, the goals that I set,
I missed. I tried. I drown in regret.
I splash coats of paint. Can’t cover the words.
My reservations and composure fly off like birds.

I sit on the ground, breathing and listening.
I look out the window, the stars…calmly glistening.
It’s sweet now, the air. The air that I’m breathing.
Gone are the walls, the fear and the seething.

I’m only broken by my own expectations.
Unwilling to weaken. Must break reservations.
Empowered by silence, and focus, and air.
Calm, restless spirit, and find your repair.

Child of the Rain

Fragments of dreams are falling. Memories and pain.
I think you, the earth child, would call this gentle rain.
There is a voice singing to put broken souls at ease.
Why do you, wondering earth child, call the song a breeze?

Every crystal drop that forms, contains somebody’s pain.
Each childhood dream, and unwritten song finds freedom in the rain.
Ever wonder why a lake can cradle reflections ever shifting?
It’s because each fleeting image is a passion simply drifting.

A tear is transparent so you can see, through the pain that each soul feels,
The beauty, no longer hidden…the wisdom a tear reveals.
When you run from the pain life offers, when you refuse to face the day,
You are taking the dreams that lie hidden, and turning them all away.

Fragments of dreams are falling. Songs of passion from hearts filled with pain.
I am but a wondering soul seeking beauty. I have become a child of the rain.
Bitterness is just a prison. Fear is the lock you use.
Freedom is found in the chances, and heartaches if you choose.

There is a voice that is singing, to put broken souls at ease.
There is meaning in the reflections that most refuse to see.
Why do you, broken earth child, not see the passion in the pain?
I can not understand your fear. I am but a child of the rain.

The Little Things

Funny the memories that stick with you. You always think when you look back you’ll remember the mountain top experiences the most. But it doesn’t really work like that does it?  Oh sure, you won’t forget you greatest accomplishments and adventures…but you remember the simple things the most. That time you laughed so hard over something so stupid you don’t even remember what it was. But you remember laughing. The smells of street vendors wafting toward you as you watch the world pass by. The smile he gave you as he walked away, a promise to come back. It’s the little things that stick with you.

I think when we traveled, that was one of my biggest surprises. I didn’t have to go half way around the world looking for adventure and fascinating experiences. It was an appreciation you had in you or you didn’t. Adventures could be found everywhere once you start looking. It’s the looking that’s most exciting. But of all the amazing places, the things I remember most  were the friends we made, the knowing that you put your heart and soul out there to help someone. It was sitting on a train from Thailand to Cambodia and feeling at peace with the world, my life, everything. It was looking at my husband and knowing that if we were suddenly stranded on a dirt road somewhere along the border, it would be ok as long as we were together. Sometimes it takes getting everything you want to realize that what you really want, you always had. That’s why the things I remember most … are the little things.

Dancing In The Rain

Tear drops stain my pillow. The night slips into day.

My bed has been made all night. Outside the sky is gray.

A breeze comes through the window. The silence rips my heart.

I walk along a broken beach. The rain begins to start.

 
I close my eyes and listen. There is music. There is pain.

There is only one soul on the earth…walking in the rain.

I want to release the heartache. I watch the seagulls fly.

One thing I love about the rain, is no one ever sees you cry.

 
The ocean spray around me. The sheer beauty life can hold.

You realize pain should not be feared. It makes you very bold.

Footprints in the wet sand. I taste the sky’s sweet tears.

And as I lift my arms above me, I drift away from all my fears.

 
I close my eyes and smile. My feet move light against the sand.

My coat flaps in the wind. My hair has gone wild. I can finally understand.

I am spinning. I am gliding. It’s not easy to explain…

The overwhelming passion of just dancing in the rain.

 
There are teardrops all around me. But they will stop someday.

There are crossroads that surround me, but I know I’ll find my way.

And whenever there is heartache, and whenever there is pain,

I know I’ll find peace, and passion…by dancing in the rain.

Born From The Silence

Born from the silence and lack of interference,
A lonely heart finds within, coherence.
Once lost, when hope was lost, now found,
By reaching toward the sky, from here, the ground.

Open your eyes to all you shut them to,
The world has nothing changed. The change is you.
Child close your eyes again but not to shield,
Look closer at who you are and gently yield.

The scars and the all the pretty chains that bind you,
All the memories leave them far behind you.
The sorrow here lies in the fact you know,
And knowing you still hesitate to go.

You close your eyes to shut it out,
To experience you are devout.
Naivety despised. You’re lost,
And willing still to claim the cost.

Child, sad child, unclench your fist,
Don’t run, don’t hide, don’t rise to hit.
Listen to your heart, fear not to fall,
Unafraid to loose, you gain it all.

Born from the silence a child is found,
Crying, unseen, from here the ground.
The only hope within him lies,
By reaching up toward foreign skies.

I Am Discovery

 

I am your worst fear. I am a dream come true.
I hold the secrets in every thought, in all you say and do.
I can break you down into a devastated mess,
Or I can raise you up to reach the highest of success.

I can sweep you in my arms, but I fear that you don’t know,
That the moment you stop holding me, that’s when I let you go.
I can unleash bitter torment or beckon peace to heal,
No matter what it is you think I am, you can know that I am real.

I can show you all the very things that you don’t want to see,
And angle them the way I do, so they change drastically.
Oh, but don’t you trust me to keep your heart from feeling pain,
But I do promise that through it all I’ll be there to explain.

I’ll never say you won’t be afraid, for in fact, I terrify.
But if you give me second chances, I swear I’ll make you fly.
I am a door that opens to all portals big and small,
But I am prisoner just to you, who holds the key, that locks them all.

They glory in my name. Each desires to claim my wealth.
I am rarely desired, and sometimes revert, to a means of random stealth.
Still I am locked from all the people who are terrified of me.
Within your heart, you hold the key…I am discovery.

The Crying Girl

I can hear someone crying. In the moonlight someone grieves.
Soft and quiet like the wind. Like the rustling of the leaves.
I walk through the forest, seeking to comfort that poor soul.
Secret tears reclaiming what a broken heart stole.

I can hear someone crying, yet there is peace among the stars.
Surely such pure beauty can reach down and touch her scars.
It sounds like something broken. Whispers carried by the breeze.
Clouds of tainted silver, restless as the troubled seas.

It is fragile, her soft crying. No one else will see or know,
How her diamond tears are breaking on the glistening floor of snow.
I reach the water’s edge and I see the girl at last.
Lit by shifting moonbeams. Sitting by a pool of glass.

I wipe away a tear, hoping she’ll know that it’s alright.
That peace is overcoming fear in the beauty of the night.
My reflecting looks at me. Gives a sad and wistful smile.
Content to know the crying girl has come to sit awhile.

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