Love them,
For with their eyes they see
Merely flesh.
They do not recognize their
Own souls.
They have forgotten their
Hearts;
Misplaced love.
Love them,
For with their eyes they see
Merely flesh.
They do not recognize their
Own souls.
They have forgotten their
Hearts;
Misplaced love.
Always,
The girl with ghosts in her eyes.
Haunted.
Certain words are spoken
And her gaze is broken.
She is gone.
Triggers deep inside tripped by
A sentiment.
Shame ensues.
A song
And her heart is racing.
A car backfires
And
The longing,
The ache for safety carries her away
Into the
Other side
Where no one can reach her.
Choking as she tries to speak,
Tendrils from her gut
Pulling her breath back inside.
Back to hide.
No,
Mere
Words will not do
For they cannot be found.
These
Romantic notions,
She slips into them so easily.
At night.
By candlelight.
And the moon
Her secret lover.
For her
There is no other
Who gives light to the shadows.
And never asks
But to look in her eyes.
She sighs
And wraps herself
In her covers so soft.
Her
And her
Moonlight
Lover
Dream
On.
There is a seduction
In
The mystery
Of you.
The way you laugh,
The way you smile.
The constellations
In your eyes.
The way you speak
So
Little
Yet
Say
So
Much.
I close my eyes,
I breath you in.
Beauty becomes my soul.
Your arms embrace me,
Hold me still.
My breath,
For once,
Is whole.
My heart is beating
A rhythm true.
A sound I’ve held so tight.
My soul is lifting
Weightless.
Free.
Never has it been so high.
I am singing a new song.
One my heart vaguely recalls.
One that has been hidden
Behind
Unforgiving
Walls.
The evolution,
The
Awakening of my soul.
How delicate my feet
Tread upon the
Earth.
How bright
My eyes have become
With the opening of
My heart.
How precious
This life.
She stood in the kitchen and looked out the window.
She gasped at what she saw.
Her shoulders dropped and her arms went limp.
Hanging her head and turning her gaze to the floor
She whispered softly to herself,
“I just don’t think I can do it anymore.
I
Cannot make it
Through
Another
Storm.”
A silent, lonely tear rolled down her cheek.
Then she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“My precious Angel,
Why do you cry?”
“Look at me here,” she replied.
“My clothes are all tattered and torn. I am a mess and still weak from the last storm.”
He stood in front of her then
And with a loving hand lifted her chin so
He could meet her eyes and softly said,
“When the storm comes, and we know it will,
Whatever you do this time just hold me tight and
Don’t
Let
Go
Like you have done before.
Together we can love through anything.
You don’t have to stand alone like you always do.
You have never had to do it by yourself,
But you instinctively let go.
Don’t let go.
Hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on through the storm.”
After years
Of feeling
Battered and bruised,
Tired and used
She reentered the world.
Uneasy.
Hesitating with every breath.
Shaking with every step.
A little bit at a time.
Her eyes were so untrusting
For she knew what you see is very rarely,
If ever,
What you get.
Behind every smile
There might lie
A very darkened heart.
Self doubt filled her mind.
For she knew the sky was blue
But since she could remember,
She was told otherwise.
To the point where she did not believe
Her own eyes
Anymore.
Her gut in knots,
Never knowing when she might get caught in a moment of happiness
Just to have it stolen.
There she stood,
Head held high
Ready to give the world
Another try.
I have been lost
In your eyes for
A thousand lives it seems.
You weave a spell with every breath
And with lips,
Oh so light,
Leave a trail of fire
Upon
My
Skin.
Between us there is no
Memory
Of beginning.
There is only
Sublime existence.
You thought you could keep yourself locked up inside.
Hidden from love.
Hidden from life.
But that was when you were with the others.
Before.
When you were kept from the warmth of the sun
And the caress of the moon.
Now,
You have opened your eyes.
Now,
You have tasted love,
Tasted life.
You ran against the forces
Within yourself
And won.
It has begun
And there is no going back.