The image is a poem in itself
Your fake smile makes me shudder
Boiling water is not hot enough to wash me clean
Your eyes met mine and instantly
I was defiled
There is a certain lightness that is felt
When heavy somber clouds break apart
And soft gentle rays start to shine through
Feeling happy
I feel good
A still peace
Floats over me
My worries dissipate
My mind is calm
And I am glad
For my living heart
I tried to hold fast onto
Those precious moments
That flew by so quickly
And when I looked again
It had all just slipped quickly
Slipped through my fingers
Time had flown swiftly away
He strummed his guitar
Evoking melancholy
I leaned over and kissed him
Knowing I had to leave
That it was over
I kissed him goodbye
Wished him well
I stood up from my knees
And left.
It really is that simple
My flesh either says hell yes
Or it says no
And if the answer is no
Sorry for you
Blurred images clear
And I can focus on what is
Not what I want it to be
The illusion falls away
To present reality
And I am outside
Looking in
I am outside
Where a shining sun
Caresses skin
Where water falls
And birds fly
I am outside
I am naked
I am unashamed
I am vulnerable
I am unshackled
I am free.
The seasons change
Like a kaleidoscope
Held loosely in the palm of a hand
Altering the landscape
Of the days we have survived,
And what are we to do?
Hold on for the journey
Because the past is no more
The secrets have all been shared
While there is breath in us
A mystery yet lies ahead
Take me from where I am
Alone and destitute, vision faltering
Lead me to the waters deep so I can
Dream my new life into being
Let the kaleidoscope of change
Reveal my next home
Waiting patiently for me to arrive.
Your eyes are as the deepest ocean
Reflecting all that lies within
I know not what your stories tell
But I wish to enter in
To touch your soul
And tend your wounds
To heal your living hell
Your image is a porcelain doll
A fragile, precious thing
So I will hold you gently close
Allow naught but joy to sing
Still your eyes look back at me
Your life
Your pain
Your strife.
Poems and Petals 