~Sunkissed~

Skin caressed by the light of the sun
The Winter has fallen
The Springtime begun
And the warmth radiating to my skin
Reminds me of life to come again

And though I am still chilled
by the coolness of the Earth
My mind drifts to warm horizons
Memories of joy, of rebirth

With each day the sun shines a bit brighter
Lighting up our lives just a tad bit longer
And though it seems to tease us, left wanting more
Soon Summer will come like a burst open door

Not knowing what's best
The wait or the arrival?
Filling air within my chest
I rejoice in the revival!

2.14.2015

The Desolate Beach

Sweet sands of winter's day,
Draw in, then drift away,
Sands of time, time, and more time,
They drift now as they drifted long before
Softly filtered through the waves,
tossed about, lost in caves,
Yet they won't die, they'll always stay, those sweet sands of winter's day.
Where they go, they have no say,
depends on how the wind swirls that day.
Drifting in, in, and out,
Around the world and back again, just to start back where they began
Sweet sands of winter's day
Minute particles of our complicated time, yet without them, would life be so divine?
No sand to wash, out of hair, no children building castles under piers, no victims heads sticking out of the sand, with little angels playing around them.
No sand between those little toes, nor footprints following where ever big ones go.
No time for it no time to play, those sweet sweet sands of winter's day.

Pure Meaning

Can you erase the paths that've been written?
Can words ever express true meaning?
When words are not enough
    We ask for more words
And as more are spoken
    We become even more confused.
Interwoven in perceptions and misperceptions
Bound by preconceived notions
That our subconscious refuses to abandon.
Restricted by the chains of societies norms
Locked by our own fears
Enslaved by uncontrollable emotions

Can our hearts receive true communication?
And if so, can our minds conceive of what was once hidden?

4.4.11

"Words"

But they were just kidding...
They didn't mean the things they said,
They didn't give the looks they gave,
They didn't dig the grave they made.
Those cold words, menacing glares,
Those evil eyes.
They, were just kidding.

Those words will never hurt me,
But the thoughts will rot inside,
Will eat me for eternity,
And swallow me alive.
They never seem to wonder,
Or even seem to care,
Inside my heart is broken,
The monster will appear.

The Storm

Why do storms, seem to come at night?

And why must they, induce such fright?

The winds do make the shutters growl,

While lightening makes the wolves howl.

Little kids are left to weep,

Instead of enjoying a peaceful sleep.

How the ice makes such indecent hail,

Which leaves frightened faces, to turn pale.

Against the windows, the rain does gust!

Until the morning, leaves the dusk.

And out they looked upon the land,

Which had converted, back to sand.

How, oh how, the women ball,

As men so sad, look on appalled.

That silent creepy fall of night,

And how it does, induce such fright.