Friday, September 26, 2003

blue blue eyes
seared into my memory
of a past long forgotten
of a chance that never happened
it's been awhile since i've thought of those days
and everytime i sit back to remember
i think of blue blue eyes
and i wonder

but the past is past
and blue blue eyes
create nothing but a wistful smile
with a fleeting thought of insanity

i return to the present
and while i nod in recognition
to where i've been
those blue blue eyes
were the beginning of my journey
on that long, hard road i've tread
i know


i would not give up my hazel eyes for anything
roaring into the wind
she knows he can hear her
darkness only blinds those who are not born to it
twilight only makes others nervous
i remember it all
i've seen what will come to pass
and i listen as she roars into the wind
and i know he can hear her
i breathe



...continue to dream...

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

i can feel you
inside my blood
underneath my skin
you are there
always
ever beautiful


you never cease to amaze me

Friday, September 05, 2003

cool weather
the bite of chill in the wind
even as my skin is warmed by the sun
listening to the waves crash along the shore
cool breezes
early promises of frost in the singing of the wind

i can't wait
i miss it

Friday, August 01, 2003

can't sleep because you're not near me
curled up and tangled with you underneath the covers
warm body and soft skin
listening to you breathe
listening to your heart beat
content to sleep
content to dream

can't sleep because you're far away
damn this reason for insomnia

Monday, June 30, 2003

and if i came for you
would you come with me?
or would you sit and lament over your past
never looking towards the future
never truly enjoying the now

each day is tinged with that past
solely because you refuse to tear that gauze away from your eyes
you refuse to face it, confront it and move on


so when i come for you
i hope you have faced your fear
and come to realize that the deep hole you've been drowning in for years and years
is nothing but a shallow puddle that you've shoved your face in

and we can walk away home

Tuesday, June 24, 2003

favored daughter she may be
favored slave is what i see...
forged her necklace link by link
with all love and honor
you turned it into a choke-chain
you broke the oath made to you

admire me or hate me as you will
i only call them as i see them
standing up to you as your own daughter cannot

the standing stone speaks and you will listen