Can you hear me calling
Hear me calling for you?
I am falling
And I don’t know what to do.
Yearning
Craving
Begging for you
To
Come inside.
Paint me with your colors.
Shake my walls with your music.
Touch me with your love.
I’ve been waiting so long now
Don’t know how I’ve come to this.
I’ve been waiting so long now
Seems to be it’s you I miss.
It’s a rude awakening
The day you realize you
Handed the ways
And means to your
Misery
Over to others
A long time ago.
Even put on your own handcuffs
And gave your captors the key.
Then waited for
Instructions,
On bended knee,
As to who you should be.
I did not mean to do it.
I did not mean to leave
A piece of me with you.
I meant only to kiss you
Once.
I fought love
A long,
Long time.
I put up my fists and stood
In
Defiance.
Pushing
And shoving
The slightest,
The kindest
Approach
Away.
Because that is what the ones wearing the disguise of love
Taught me to do.
Until
Into your soul
I wandered
And into your arms I fell.
I know who you are.
I am here today
Because of you.
I beheld your Angel wings
At dawn,
When you thought you
Were alone.
I heard the rush of air as you
Unfurled them.
You,
When you thought you were unseen,
In your
Glorious beauty.
I saw a teardrop fall
As you tucked them away,
Then you turned
And came to me.
Thinking you were alone.
I did not need to see them
To know.
I knew
who
You truly were
The moment
You spoke my original name.
One day.
One beautiful day
She will come out to play.
But for now she prefers
The dreary rainy days.
Days when distant sounds are muffled
By the raindrops gentle pitter patter
On the leaves over head.
Those days no one can hear her tip toe
Out beyond her comfort.
She feels safe
Blending into the gray,
Into the shadows.
If she becomes frightened,
She
Can quietly work her way back
To sanctuary without
Drawing a passerby’s
Glance.
I carried hope around with me
Securely locked away
In a little magic box
Wanting to really believe it was full,
But fearful it might be truly empty.
That white hot fire in your
Heart.
I can feel your warmth from
Here.
It’s becoming clear
The heat has
Encompassed
Me.
Has quickened
The untouched center of
Me.
If you were to drift
Closer,
Surely two
Together
Would
Become
Completely
Consumed
As one
And
The same.
Momma would pick up the violin
When her heart was breaking.
And the strings she would play
Until her fingers,
They were aching.
And her tears
Made the melody
Flow from her soul.
Even though I was young,
I felt it in my blood.
The love and the hate.
The longing and yearning
As it echoed from impossible
Depths.
Each note
Bleeding
Out
From the
Fissures
Of her
Heart.
I must write today.
I must paint the sun
In rhymes.
Or not.
I must urge you to taste the
Rain
With your heart.
Become the air as it dances with
The leaves of the trees.
I ask you to
Close your eyes
And
Let a cloud roll
Off
Your tongue.
Sense the heat of the sun
As it plays on your skin.
Take notice as the ink amuses itself in your
Mind,
Leaving every word a memory indelibly
Impressed upon your soul.
Forever a part of you.
Chole Into Diamonds 