Travels

You may understand how I unraveled
for on the same path you have traveled.
If I lean in your direction,
will you give my heart protection?
If I place your hand in mine,
I think again, the sun might shine.
upon the shadows of my face,
there will be no longer be a trace.
Will you be my port in this storm,
show me tenderness to keep me warm?
Will you promise to be a true friend,
and love me 'til the very end?
Together, there may be a fleeting chance,
to live a happy, true romance.

Truth Unseen

in the presence of a stranger
challenging unrequited love
bursting at the seems
givin sensibility a shove
handing over your words
on a platter of gold
soon you'll be shedding tears
while watchin the years unfold
like an innocent child - usin your heart as a guide
with your chamber of secrets open wide
a lack of wisdom fuels the fire
a doe in the darkness your dreams still inspire
the love of lyrics and the big movie screen
the cold, hard truth in front of you...yet to be seen

Dream

I have tucked your words

beneath my pillow

in hopes that my dreams

shall capture them and

bring peace to my

restless slumber

and maybe, just maybe

for some fleeting moments

before I wake, I shall truly

exist as you have written

me out to be and I may wake

with the proud memory of

my grand performance in the

starring role upon which you

have cast me

Hamlet of My Heart

I have regained clarity

and repossessed the hamlet

of my still beating heart

that of which I left with

cruel, reckless abandon

too long ago, allowing

an outlander to reign,

roam, stake claim and

scoff - subdued disaster

begging, vying for

acceptance, credence

how arrogant to call my truth

a hoax, a game, a ploy

the glimmer of an innocent dawn

brings about the gentle

reacquisition of my heart,

my hamlet, my home

In Memory of Me

what if you saw me in another life

would you glance my way or walk on by

does the memory haunt or soothe the soul

dance in your heart or make you cold

do you hope for my shadow upon your door

as the distance between us become more and more

tell me now does the truth not lie

do you ever look back to when you said good bye

would you recognize me now if we passed on the street

does my memory not dance in the eyes of those you meet

In the Blink of an Eye

dancing on the cusp of disaster

I rearrange my frame of mind

it's all a decision, a yes or a no

the deciding factor of how things will flow

a rite of passage or curse of time

no matter the reason, peace always comes with time

embracing the shards of broken glass

disappointment, frustration will hail to pass

surroundin my heart and bleedin me dry

not a result of cirumstances but rather my

pursuit to stand strong ....or lay down and cry

Remembrance

In the fog of an Autumn dream

I hear your whisper in my heart