To the One Turned Away 9/10/04
True and deep, wonder and fright
Captivation and soul deep motivation
A whriling song as sweet as thy lily's sent
Love from one's heart to the one turned away
A srong true beat that is never ending
Turn away, I shall not
For the whrilpool still churns and the spring wind still blows
And my love is pure to the one turned away
A reason to wake day after day
A strong pull towards the ultimate goal
A spinning dance to the beat of my heart
A sentence of song said to the one turned away
The glowing guiding light
It shows me my way through the deep darkness
Two boats in a sea of black the first with no eyes for the secound
My hand is reaching to the one turned away
Love is my reason, hope is my guide, and my dreams keep alight my soul
Please turn to me the one turned away
He was a childhood crush and inspired a large number of my poems up until eigth grade. Though we talked, we were never really friends as much as I wished we were.
The poems in this section are rather optimistic about Muse K. and involve many references to light and hope.
A Sea of Fallen Stars 9/9/04
Fallen stars are all around me
Like an Autum fog in the dawn
Although my veiw is crystal clear
I am lost in a sea distraught by plight
Yet guiding lights still apear
As long as they shine; the guiding lights
My World 9/9/04
I used to see the world in blue and gold
But now I see the true colors unfold
Like a blanket over the world I knew
Bright and Vibrant; Dark and Blue
Water 9/11/04
A whirl of time captured in it
Rush, Flowing, Breaking, And Scultpting
It takes meaning away from all words
And cherishes it all on deep true color
A seamless road from world to world
Trickling down a cliff face
Only it can run its winding path
Through a world few eyes have ever seen
A great conqueror imbedded deep
Breaking houses, taking lives
A mighty force with no end
It holds both the child of life and the fate of death
Be afraid of it not
It is kind, it is strong, it is water
The Sands 9/10/04
A plague of death
The forgotten breath
Its binding grip
The fading sands
Cold and deep
All do weep
Sands of time
Slipping by
Spellbound and lost
The greatest cost
Of warm love
Is cold hard death
The last grains fall
An earthquake to all
The Light of Dreams 9/11/04
The light of dreams
An eerie mist
A crisp sharp cold
That strikes the inner soul
A swirl of violet night
Mixed with the sent of stars
And the milk of the moon
And a hint of the unknown
All combined in deepest sleep