Don’t knock on the door, don’t come to callyour efforts are in vain, there’s nobody home.she’s turned out the lights in her eyes,said her good-bye’swanders now, seeking those neon signs. miles and miles of open road,lights dimmed now with nowhere to go.lost in the dark emptiness of her own bitter soul,she seeks the vacancy out
In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
She tiptoes across The living room floor Remembering the dance That once was and Is no more Longing to let the music Carry her away Wistfully, quietly, Her heart begins to sway As soft as the flickering Candle light The music begins to shine From her eyes A tentative step forward And backward she goes
Alone I wander these planes of my soulsifting through dimensions for life’s truth to behold In thoughtful silence I quietly observeSeeking and pondering my place in this world A devoted sentinel standing guard through timepast, present, and futurehere and now,all intertwined I am …I am not …I would like to be…only swatches of fabricin my
The water calms It’s boiling siphoned off by the steam Floating into the air Inhale and exhale There is no more beautiful Moment than Now Who would ever want to leave This moment To travel here or there? Yesterdays and Tomorrows Muddy the waters Breaking the stillness I push them away To breathe in the
What is a poem anyway? Is it the blood from your veins as it spills on to your page? Is it the dance of your heart as your pen glides gracefully away? Is it the ache felt deep inside that we spend all our lives trying to describe?
