These nights, these nights, these hazy nights Eyes wide open, mind unclear These days, these days, these days Things just dont feel right Eyes wide open, heart unsure I’ve been here before, I can’t say I dont know I’ve walked down these roads before, sat through the same show I know how it all ends,Continue reading “These Nights”
“There has to be a way to fix everything a magical glue that sets the world right every broken heart, every broken dream every broken bone, and every broken link magically glued to work right Everything lost found again Everything that hurts, fixed with time.”
I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind I have picked my way through the sharp shards left from the words I have said to myself And after all these years, meeting myself felt like taking a breath of fresh air After suffocating in the stagnant breath ofContinue reading “Healing”
I saw a statue of alabaster unaware of the fragile heart that rested within I admired the smooth supple skin on its surface blind to its guilt and its sin I saw a statue of alabaster an object of idolation, and a desire burned within to be a statue of alabaster, always poised and serene.
Maybe if you looked at the world like you would at a glass snow globe You would understand, That we share the same sky And the same snow blankets us all And we aren’t all that different from each other
My love, There is a grand story being written here You won’t see the pattern in it’s ebb and flow You won’t be able to guess at its ending but you will walk the paths you have to walk and as all good tales go, one day you will find yourself standing on the lastContinue reading “A grand tale”
And I guess, I know what it is to be content. It is to be full of love and light To look into the eyes of a loved one And see it reflected back at you It is to laugh, loud and helplessly so To be alone with a book that mirrors your soul ToContinue reading “Content”
People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of wind on a summer night Like a wisp of smoke trailing heavenward And all that’s left in their wake is the fragrance of their presence A distant memory of their touch On your life People pass like time Like running water Like drafts of windContinue reading “Letting Go”
O weary traveller Your soul lifted To allow your spirit to roam free untethered in distant lands and you; you uprooted yourself And lost your way home so you wander Lost and unfound
Maybe it will be in the silence of a noisy road, in the stillness of a crowded hospital, in the vibrancy of the same four walls, wherever it is though, wherever you find your peace – center yourself.