I sit within granite walls,
Living the present,
Undesired, but necessary.
I find no happiness with restraints,
Freedom eludes me, slipping away.
The touch of its frantic wings
Slip further from my dreams.
I cry in vain.
Society has hardened its heart,
No forgiveness for my pain.
I chase freedom as if chasing myself,
I am in the distance, running ever faster,
Out of reach, out of touch.
Death encompasses my soul, my mind.
My heart beats no more.
I am forgotten!
Dance naked for me, my love,
Writing your name in flowers for me to dream of.
Without crying, do it from the heart�
For in the distance a songbird sings
Of such a delight for me to see.
Feel your way in the dark,
Letting your fingertips tiptoe over my skin.
Distant sirens and the laughter of birds
Come from your eyes.
Listen to the bedsprings creak,
While your velvet touch soothes bulging muscles.
We mention our dreams�
Yet, the world screams of pain and death.
We listen to the sky for answers to love.
Yet, we continue to swim in ecstasy,
Until nothing else is left.
A flower grows in the Texan sun�
A rose for me when the day is done.
Although devastated by the thorns of life,
I am taken with her without thinking twice.
Your beauty escapes the walls of despair�
Holli, my love, I do really care.
Tiny creatures flitter and hover around�
Cupid�s family shooting arrows abound.
Your heart bursts of love so caring and true�
Never a day dies that I am blue.
Your heart does more than fuel my love�
It�s a crucial gift from God above.
You inspire my thoughts of poetry and words�
Never before felt by me�I am sure.
As days pass by, I think more of you;
My Texan flower of love anew.
