As darkness falls; rest alone
As it has always been, as it must be
Time with another; seeds are sown
Time whispers bondage, and is never free
As dawn becomes; rest alone
As it was, so it shall always be
There was a dream where I was happy,
In love; alive.
As I clung to you, the sense of the outside calling,
A memory of something before this,
a soft voice behind me,
Whispers, reminding me, “awake, see what is here,”
the dream fades.
With fresh eyes open to see, you were never you,
and I was never this.
As I sit quietly, the world will be as it is
My words upon this page
Decorate the space between my thoughts
Truth rests between lies, rarely noticed
Unbound, unearthed they grow
Buried too long, they will not be denied
Pages reflecting what I am
More than an image, without cracks
The true one, hidden in words
The pen moves in silence
Looking from the mirror
Watching the one who writes
I continue to try; to love what I do not,
what I cannot. Yet I try.
Companionship, another, but I do not know,
that other anymore. Yet I want.
I see clearly and know this cannot be,
not any longer. Yet, I feel.
The pull of dead memories from the past,
images of the before now. Yet I believe.
Thoughts without life; dead; posing as what is,
what now can never be. Yet I am as I was.
A heart breaks in silence
Yet this maybe for the best
Kind words truly slice deeper
One now alone where two did rest
Words spoken in kindness
Without the love and touch
Nothing left but the searching
Though the answers ache so much
Fear for the path now chosen
Pray she may find what she seeks
Offer not the words of redemption
But love and support when you speak
Living in this broken shell
The one that I love will remain
As a heart lies broken and bleeding
I would joyfully fall in love with you again
Too often second hand if learned from another
Just words taken as our own, in blind faith
I can show you, you may glimpse, still it is my Truth
I could convince you, but words are not that which is
I can explain it, for a while, you may believe
Words are but symbols that point, but can never be
You would see something other than what I see
One path may be clear, so there can be no other
Though I walk with you, our paths may never touch
You cannot see through my eyes, nor I through yours
Still; once in a lifetime, it may happen; we find our Truth