Apart
Am I so willing to forget
The space you fill in my life
In the chaos of surface eyes
That skim over regret
I will remember what you sought
What set us close beside
During the driving rain that spawned
The shadows that we fought
I wonder if you think of me
Surrounded by those tilting jests
Of lies and likes and little things
Worth only impartiality
The space you fill in my life
In the chaos of surface eyes
That skim over regret
I will remember what you sought
What set us close beside
During the driving rain that spawned
The shadows that we fought
I wonder if you think of me
Surrounded by those tilting jests
Of lies and likes and little things
Worth only impartiality
An Arrow's Flight
Tell me why you fluttered around my head
With your wings made of paper and glass
You let me capture you with sweet silence
I felt your fragile feathers against my skin
Tell me why you whispered those promises
When I stared at the empty white spaces
And you were docile, tame as a dove
Your eyes bright and searching
Tell me why you fell from the sky
Without a drop of blood raining down
I did not kill you, but I held the bow
And now I mourn your loss
You were graceful, majestic, fragile wings spread wide
I remember the sun shining through your pale feathers
It took but one barb to change your path of flight
I watched your wings crumple on the rocks
It wasn’t me who loosed the point
That pierced your heart of fire
I who raised you, nurtured your soul
I did not kill you, but I held the bow
With your wings made of paper and glass
You let me capture you with sweet silence
I felt your fragile feathers against my skin
Tell me why you whispered those promises
When I stared at the empty white spaces
And you were docile, tame as a dove
Your eyes bright and searching
Tell me why you fell from the sky
Without a drop of blood raining down
I did not kill you, but I held the bow
And now I mourn your loss
You were graceful, majestic, fragile wings spread wide
I remember the sun shining through your pale feathers
It took but one barb to change your path of flight
I watched your wings crumple on the rocks
It wasn’t me who loosed the point
That pierced your heart of fire
I who raised you, nurtured your soul
I did not kill you, but I held the bow
An Author's Prayer
I can't ever seem to find the words I want to say
To describe exactly what I need to convey
I could fill pages that try to say what they mean
But their effect still remains to be seen
So put the words in my mind that they need to hear
Let me shout them out to those who are near
Bring me closer to the lies that need to be broken
And let them hear your power in the words that are spoken
Sounds that cut deeper than any sharper sword
That can reach into hearts, contain what is poured
Into the souls of men that are fighting to see
Their meaning, please, show them through me
Bypass our image's inner wall
Knock on their heart's door
Until it falls
Reach through their minds
So that they may find
What they've been looking for all along
To describe exactly what I need to convey
I could fill pages that try to say what they mean
But their effect still remains to be seen
So put the words in my mind that they need to hear
Let me shout them out to those who are near
Bring me closer to the lies that need to be broken
And let them hear your power in the words that are spoken
Sounds that cut deeper than any sharper sword
That can reach into hearts, contain what is poured
Into the souls of men that are fighting to see
Their meaning, please, show them through me
Bypass our image's inner wall
Knock on their heart's door
Until it falls
Reach through their minds
So that they may find
What they've been looking for all along
Away
Why did you have to be so far away?
Did it not make sense to you
What I was trying to say?
What repayment do I get for being so close?
That’s not why I tried so hard
But it’s still what hurt the most
What kind of love is there that I can receive?
Is there more where this came from or does it exist,
The love that I believe?
The careful cares of weary woes I hear
Those crashing waves that kept their distance
How could they be so near?
Looking out the window through the glass I call my home
Wondering if I just never knew if it was foolish to
Think the world was more than stone
I did my best, gave all I had until it was more than rough
For me to keep on going, yet I did and still
Was it not enough?
How much can one hope for if everything she contains
Is still accepted and thrown away until only
The shell of others remains?
What was I supposed to do? I left nothing behind
You turn me away so I must turn back and seek
What I
May never
Find
Did it not make sense to you
What I was trying to say?
What repayment do I get for being so close?
That’s not why I tried so hard
But it’s still what hurt the most
What kind of love is there that I can receive?
Is there more where this came from or does it exist,
The love that I believe?
The careful cares of weary woes I hear
Those crashing waves that kept their distance
How could they be so near?
Looking out the window through the glass I call my home
Wondering if I just never knew if it was foolish to
Think the world was more than stone
I did my best, gave all I had until it was more than rough
For me to keep on going, yet I did and still
Was it not enough?
How much can one hope for if everything she contains
Is still accepted and thrown away until only
The shell of others remains?
What was I supposed to do? I left nothing behind
You turn me away so I must turn back and seek
What I
May never
Find
Children's Play
This is
Not something to be played with
Like a favorite toy forgotten in the mud
Or an object remembered when it's needed
But never before, and never once more
Until the time arises again
Where the life must be used
In order to fuel something important
Only to the heart itself
Not appreciated like any soul should
Who gives so much, and who asks for so little
Verbally
In so many words
As is such, it cannot be used
But rather discovered
And protected
The absence of sound does not give permission
Rather is to be held tighter to the chest
Tighter than all the rest
One way streets all combine
To make a single road
That leads to the horizon
But never reaches it
Never achieves it's purpose
Frustrating?
Of course
Is it better to know something exists
And it to be unnecessarily out of reach
Than for it never to exist at all?
Only God truly knows
Though one is fraught with blood and tears
And the other is woven with such pale fears
Which one is the worthwhile?
I don't think I know.
Not something to be played with
Like a favorite toy forgotten in the mud
Or an object remembered when it's needed
But never before, and never once more
Until the time arises again
Where the life must be used
In order to fuel something important
Only to the heart itself
Not appreciated like any soul should
Who gives so much, and who asks for so little
Verbally
In so many words
As is such, it cannot be used
But rather discovered
And protected
The absence of sound does not give permission
Rather is to be held tighter to the chest
Tighter than all the rest
One way streets all combine
To make a single road
That leads to the horizon
But never reaches it
Never achieves it's purpose
Frustrating?
Of course
Is it better to know something exists
And it to be unnecessarily out of reach
Than for it never to exist at all?
Only God truly knows
Though one is fraught with blood and tears
And the other is woven with such pale fears
Which one is the worthwhile?
I don't think I know.
Confrontation
Like wells of green and amber gold, they hold
A wondrous depth of love I never knew
So many stories if I were so bold
To question who's behind the quiet view
And tell me, do you ever speak at all
About the beauty no one seems to see
Oh, how I want to take the endless fall
Of love and life your words instill in me
You step around the promise in your voice
And sneak away to speak another day
Of surface things or some indifferent choice
But nonetheless I cling to what you say
If I were braver, I would work to find
What's buried deep within your fertile mind
A wondrous depth of love I never knew
So many stories if I were so bold
To question who's behind the quiet view
And tell me, do you ever speak at all
About the beauty no one seems to see
Oh, how I want to take the endless fall
Of love and life your words instill in me
You step around the promise in your voice
And sneak away to speak another day
Of surface things or some indifferent choice
But nonetheless I cling to what you say
If I were braver, I would work to find
What's buried deep within your fertile mind
Grant Me
Grant me a small break in the day
At daybreak I still breathe the same
One breath that I fight to take
That might hold more meaning for my heart’s sake
Grant me the eye’s hurricane
Despite the storm of the mundane
One mere spark to encourage my bones
Because I don’t want to fight this alone
Why won’t you grant me this one in my sight?
If it’s not so then make it right
At least for a breath or two I’ll find
A love that is among my kind
At daybreak I still breathe the same
One breath that I fight to take
That might hold more meaning for my heart’s sake
Grant me the eye’s hurricane
Despite the storm of the mundane
One mere spark to encourage my bones
Because I don’t want to fight this alone
Why won’t you grant me this one in my sight?
If it’s not so then make it right
At least for a breath or two I’ll find
A love that is among my kind