As the morning sun rises, so do I,
I walk to the mirror and look inside,
Right into my mind,
I see you there,
Always there, right inside my mind.

I walk the halls of this dreary world,
With the light of you in my mind,
Every minute, every hour,
With you in my mind.

As I drive to meet you,
The whole world's a blur,
Because everywhere I look,
All I see is you.

At your door,
I ring the bell,
And wait for you to release me from this spell.

In your arms,
Back in your arms again,
The look on your face,
Your sweet embrace,
For I'm in your arms again.

* * *

I dream of her again,
Holding her near me,
The softness of her skin,
The tender caress of her lips,
We kiss,
Lost in the feeling.
Mixing our souls.
I breath heavily,
As she rains kisses across my neck,
And down my chest.
I run my hands through her flowing hair,
Hold her face in my hands gently,
Embracing her tightly,
Holding each other close,
The heat of our skin igniting a fire in the other,
Burning away all inhibitions.

Till I wake again,
And realize,
Terrified,
Confused,
For it was not her,
But another who burns my mind.

* * *

History is written by the victors...
Who shall write my history?

Who is fighting the war?
Who is my enemy?
Who are my allies?

The war rages on,
No end in sight,
My enemies attack from all sides,
They ravage my strongholds,
Steal my life from me,
Wound and kill my friends,
Their dreams,
My dreams,

All of which are our weapons,
Sacrificing them in defense,
As our inner light dims,
It's power slowly cut.

When do we go on the offense?
When do we fight back?
When do we crawl from our holes?
When do we reach for the light?

When will we?

* * *

I look into her eyes,
Scared,
For they are dark.
Never before have they not shone bright,
The light in them stolen,
Her demons have taken it,
All I can do is watch,
I run to her aid, but she rejects it
I watch as her mind burns,
I watch in horror,
Why, why does she not ask?

But still she does not,
So I stay and watch,
And wait,
Wait to rebuild,
So that she may survive,

May these walls be stronger.

* * *

Dark night,
As the sun sinks again,
Below the hills and mountains,
The darkness gathers in the valley.
The town lays silent in the valley.
For it was chosen so that the people would be safe.
They sought seclusion,
Isolation from the hate of the world,
And so they took the land,
And were happy,
For a time any ways.
Each night the darkness crept in,
Swallowing the valley,
And all became lonely,
For the sun did not rise again,
Only a pale moon shone,
And it was a deathly blood red.
So out of fear,
Loneliness,
And other reasons,
They left the valley,
And climbed the mountain,
And looked about.
All they had known,
All they had loved,
All they had taken for granted,
Was gone.
For apparently,
The others had done as they,
And taken theirs thing and their skills,
And had left the land.
And so it was undefended,
And without protection,
And all they had taken for granted was gone.

* * *

The walls are fallen,
A breach was made,
Small at first,
But from it spread cracks.
Till soon the whole of the wall was crumbling,
And the tides of war swept through it,
And brought destruction and death.
All from one small crack.
Made for exchange through the walls,
Used to enhance the community,
Used for good.
But all too easily,
It turned evil.
And the evil moved through the lands,
Burning all that was great and good,
Till it reached the top of the mighty hill,
And destroyed the love that had been found there.
And the ones who occupied this place,
Fled and left theirs homes and loved ones.
All was lost.

Will it ever be found?
And the life that was,
Shall it be restored?

* * *

Tales of the mind,
Millions write them,
Millions go unwritten,
Missed opportunities.
For we are afraid.

* * *

Looking up at the moon,
All the ground before me shines with its glow,
Fields opening in every direction,
The light almost unnaturally bright,
Walking, The frost crackles underfoot
Peaceful silence.
One with the universe.
Looking up at the great symphony,
Hearing the music of it,
The harmony heating even the coldest heart,
Dancing in the shadows,
As the night falls down on me.

* * *

I have been through the fire,
And returned unscathed.
I walked through the dense choking smoke,
And I looked upon it,
Dancing vividly in front of me,
I was unafraid.
For I was stupid.
And I reached into the flame to feel its heat.
I felt the bite of the fire as it burnt my flesh.
I bear the scars for this act.
And I will always remember,
Be wary.

* * *

Holding her tight,
Making her feel safe,
Safety from all the pains of the world.
But holding her tight,
Feeling her heart beat softly,
Her hair cascading over my shoulder,
Her breath on my neck,
Makes me feel safer then anyone could ever really be,
For I am no longer alone.

* * *

As I hold her gently in my arms,
She rests peacefully,
Her breath light on my neck,
My hand in her long soft hair,
Her head resting comfortably on my shoulder,
Her arms around me,
Mine wrapped tightly around her,
She sleeps.
No cares.
No Problems.
Knowing what really matters,
As she pulls unconsciously closer,
We both know we have it.

* * *

Silent sentinels.
Wavering in the wind,
The chill wind bending them noisily,
Strong as they are,
Some still are bent too far,
And Break.
In the dark night,
Of the chill wind.

* * *

The same old game.
Same moves.
Same pieces.
Same outcome.
Same frustration.
Playing once again,
Trying to reach a new end,
An end of the game.
Hoping to find a new move,
A new or forgotten piece,
Something to end the game.

* * *

A growing hole,
Black and empty,
Deep in my soul it hides,
And nothing can fill it.
It is devouring all that I have.
Destroying it.
Making it sour,
When it should be sweet.
Gnawing ever and always on my mind.
A black hole in my chest.
Is there nothing that can withstand it?

* * *

Standing in the wind,
The rain stinging,
Blinding my eyes to the world.
As I try not to slip on the ice underfoot,
Holding on desperately with one hand.
Only one thing to hang on too.
And it is cracked and broken already.

* * *

Another day.
New and perfect.
Almost.
Something is wrong,
Something is missing,
Something has gone unspoken,
For there are no words that could express it.
They all fall short.
It is all silence.
The bitterness of it,
Souring all the rest.

* * *

My window
Looking at the world through a broken window.
Cracked and mildewed,
All the world bright outside,
Appears dreary and dark through the window.
Little strands of light shinning through the cracks,
A lone beam falling across my face,
Giving me a little hope,
A light to see by,
But it is a blinding light,
For all my eyes know is darkness.

* * *

Riding a great roller coaster,
Coming fast around the bend,
My eyes clamped shut,
The people all screaming in my ears,
But I suffer it in silence,
Unwilling to bother the rest.
Opening my eyes again,
Just in time to see the next bend,
Having missed the straight-away,
And now down I go again.

* * *

The well.
Dead and dried up,
The seeds of life found no water.
And they flowered not.
But something has changed,
A patch of green has grown.
Where none before have been able to survive,
It lives,
As the trickling sound of water slowly returns,
Flowing back to the well.
Filling it anew.
Creating life,
From a new source,
One deep in the heart.

* * *

A life.
Precious and stunning.
Radiates.
An all-encompassing glow.
All from one smile,
Sweet and innocent,
That pierces the heart.

* * *

The soldier returns from war.
Still ready to fight.
Still ready to die.
Still not able to dream at night.
Unable to really return.
Always seeking something to fight.
Always ready to defend.
Trying to readjust.
Trying not to fight.
The price of peace.
Peace.
It is lost to those that won it.

* * *

Alone in a crowded room,
You cry for help,
Unheard through all the useless noise around you.
Screaming with your last breath and all your strength.
Finally they hear you,
But it is too late,
For it was your dying breath.

* * *

A new tear falls,
At last depleting the well,
But what will happen,
When it is time for tears of joy.

* * *

When I am at my lowest,
Most desperate moment,
Then,
And only then,
I will shine through,
Brighter then a thousand supernovas,
And Blind you all.

* * *

"...I have known since childhood that faced with a certain kind of problem, I have sometimes made it so complex that there is no way out." ~ Lillian Hellmann

* * *

A call in the night.
We all fear,
A call in the night,
For it can be only bad,
So important as to suspend one's slumber.
A call in the night.

* * *

Alone with her,
Holding each other again,
Our hearts beat as one.
More gratifying then any one night.
Her soft breath on my neck,
All our cares forgotten,
Lost forever and now,
To a sea of peace and calm,
Our hands intertwined in a way,
Even time would find hard to break.

* * *

As I step into the light,
My eyes are blinded,
But only at first,
As I step into the light,
My eyes searching wildly,
For there's so much to see,
Me and my world finally free.

* * *

My future
Crimson pools,
My hands twitch,
As the snow falls lightly,
The steam rising.
I reach out for someone,
But who?
How will I get through?
How will they find me?
How will they know to look?
As the snow turns dark,
And my eyes close.

* * *

The trick to life is not too know where you are going,
But to go where the road takes you.
Don't plan,
Don't think.
Live, love, and last,
Last the whole journey.
The end will come,
Will you cross the line before your time?
Will you cross it having appreciated the scenery?

* * *

For such is life's lot.
Never fair, always fair, unending.
For such is life's lot.

* * *

Uncontrollable,
Souls merging in the dark night,
Forever bonded.

* * *

I watched her that night,
As her hair hung gently down,
Soft eyes watching in between.

* * *

A lone tear rolls softly,
Across her soft and gentle face,
Her lover died tonight.

* * *

Evil inbreed,
Running through my veins.
Penetrating my being.
What resists it?
My heart?
My mind?
My soul?

* * *

As we hold each other,
I run my hand through her hair,
She watches me as I watch her,
Learning each other,
Becoming closer,
Doing what no other has,
Just because we watch,
And learn.

* * *

A fire unquenchable ignites into a blaze,
Not of the body,
Or the mind,
But of the soul,
It burns brighter now,
Fanned by our two hearts,
Growing and touching all,
Making it bright,
When once all was darkness.