..

The path has taken you in a different direction...

~

 

 

If there is a reason

I still know not why,

that the story once written

leaves a bitterness inside.

~

 

 

Gaze twice through my window

and once through my heart.

 

 

~

 

 

 

I listened close and

my heart revealed,

to deeply heal is to

remove the shield.

 

 

 

 

 

Do I belong in the shadows of loneliness and fear

or is there a path beyond the mountains that

leads to the one who cares?

Chains that only I can feel,
bound in the darkness, tight
like bands of steel.

Trying to remove the locks
that hold me here and rid
my heart of all traces of fear.

~


If I were to paint a rainbow for you,
like a bridge of color in all shades and
hues.
I'd paint it to arch the sky so you could
visit through heart , soul and mind.

~


Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

There are stories of sorrow,
days filled with despair
and the glimpse of happiness
when hearts and souls share.

Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

Some things I'd rather forget
and other moments are clear
like the warmth of your hello
and each moment we shared.

Autumn records the seasons
through the colors of life,
from the trees undressed in
winter through spring to
summer sun yellow bright.

~
When I close my eyes
I'm ever closer to you,
like sun shining in the
morning , your love
comes through.

Tears fall as I wipe
each one away and
yet they leave a
reminder that haunts
me to this day.

When I close my eyes,
I'm ever closer to you,
like sun shining in the
morning, your love
comes through.
~
The five year old in me
yells life isn't fair or I
would have been in your
arms so we could forever
share.

So much time has passed
the days just blowing by
and my heart weeps
with a ache that is deep
inside.
~
Shards of Crystal
some awfully small,
pierce the heart
and to that I am
appalled.

The splinters remain,
reminders of the many
yesterdays, sorrow an
happiness are just a
thought away.
~

The book has yellowed
the pages crumble and fall
as time has documented
the good and bad of it all.

There are memories worth
forgetting and a few that are
kind and so I leave my heart
open to embrace for all time.

The book has yellowed,
the pages crumble and fall
as times has documented
the good and bad of it all.