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For LuzAlone she wept,
in the shadow of her brother's grieving silence;
and her sister's cries reverberating through
the coffin that cradled their peaceful father.
She moved forward with arms outstretched
and fell to her knees to meet
her sister's trembling shoulders
as she lay heaped, sobbing,
as the Earth slowly took him,
their father, from them forever.
Holding her sister tight with what strength
was left in her sleep deprived body,
bitter tears stained her weary cheeks
as she raised her red swollen eyes
to meet the vacant face of her mother.
Does she feel free at last?
Confusion and curiosity added to
the chaos in her mind...
while her heart ached for the warmness
of her father's hand.
'In Love with a Ghost'Windy winter
and chills now
whenever the bell rings
in another world
speaks, sometimes silently
(the loudest, the sweetest, the hardest)
I fall, I fly, I drift...
through ** "hallways of illusions"
near and far
he draws closer
but only to my heart
But for now
I will love him
I will miss him
I will wait...
TruthMy heart and mind have lost,
for my tongue is too quick and sharp.
I can only imagine
Lying sounding sweet about now.
When truth leaves me feeling anything
but numb or elated.
When caring and giving is too much
and there's nothing left to take.
When being alone is no longer a choice
and sacrifice is an ultimatum.
Hope smiles, yes...
but the scars continue to burn.
Joy in a BoxJoy in a box
unexpected and exciting
you stumble and fall
into something beautiful
Smiles smile wider
hands now full
of wonder and adventure
Keep the blindfold on,
Move your feet
walk, run, skip, jump
Letters to no oneI'm losing that heart i thought i had opened for more
writing letters to no one and for the one who'll never hear it
mind ticking over til it's 3am and minutes melting into dawn
i'll never touch that other the way i want in return
but will hold the remnants of amazement whenever i walk into day
restlessly in hiding til the arrival of that corresponding something
On the Eve of Good-bye'On the Eve of Good-bye' - Dedicated to Agnes
Soft petals of peach
fall gently on my cheek
Your eyes laugh
and cry with mine
Your childlike heart
where the mind
and I feel
Restless WinterRESTLESS WINTER
I hear Passion's melody echo into the dark of a new tomorrow;
while the inertia of my heart keep me from dreaming and floating.
It beats. But makes no music.
Flickering shadows of what ifs and what could have been linger,
and soon fly with the ebb and flow of my breathe in the cool stillness.
What were they? I wonder.
As each wasted minute sinks into another slow hour,
the distance between the Muse and the Now closes in.
I shiver. Just slightly.
Though warmed by inspiration and a unique realness
that illuminates the darkest corner of my heart and mind;
Fear caresses my ears and Doubt stands vigil in the corner of my eye.
The strength to be free of both escapes me - as does sleep;
as I lay weak and drowning in blankets that gives me no comfort.
I feel suffocated. I surrender.
Dawn's light soon kisses my tears that drive me to distraction.
I am awake
But what of my dreams?
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