The power of touch One stroke of a hand infusing energy into a worn-down body Shooting through veins A much needed euphoria producing drug The simplicity of the act yielding results Impossible to gauge the enormity of the action Yet infrequently used As if too personal Invading another’s space When sometimes the silent cry from within must be heard The humanity of action to supersede the insanity of what we have become
Today I dream staring at the mirror lake I watch as a family of eider duck scores the glass surface The serenity of movement in contrast to the laboring below
Wishing for that same veneer of self confidence While inside quaking with fright To project one side while experiencing the other The distinction seemingly imperceptible
My eyes look to the drifting clouds Where faces are formed in the constant motion Colors changing predicting the inevitability of rainfall ready to release
Continuing my reverie to the soft green hillsides where I imagine the Purple heather blanketing the gentle slopes dotted with wild bushes of golden gorse
Lost in the beauty of the scene Feeling peaceful The elements filling me with inspiration and hope As always I find answers in my dreams
Exhausted from treading the uneven ground that is you I step back into black shadows Craving anonymity and peace Fatigued from sparring and exchanging elevated vocabulary Scratching and clawing at the remnants of our life An escape merely a detour Wishing for better fortune Avoiding more conflict Yet ultimately surrendering to the unseen enemy For love is a battlefield
Love has left this marriage, this house Taking with it my peace of mind Equilibrium shaken Identity robbed Feeling naked Leaving me maligned
The view of future obscured with dense fog I claw my way through not knowing where the path leads Sunlight intermittent Brief and encouraging Only to be snatched away From the remnants of tangled weeds
A cloud of black rain doused the fire in your heart The hatred left to fester slowly eating away at your core You are the victor of this battle Taking no prisoners and you now live alone with your ugliness for ever more
As the snow melted in early spring I finally find a voice with which to sing Buried deep underground with my crushed dreams I suffocated there where no one heard my screams
My instinct was to be free Away from this wretched grave An inhospitable prison where I had been a slave Pushing the earth upwards my soul was set free No longer indebted and never more your devotee
Light filtering through the gauze-like sky Silvery white against the black of trees The water calm on the surface of the lake Mist clearing too slowly in the cool of the breeze
The drilling of an early morning woodpecker In the distance was the only sound Surroundings reflective of what is most times bleak A monochrome life where happiness drowned
Living in grey tones of black mixed with white No clear definition or so it seems Waiting in shadows where the sun never shines No smiling faces Or technicolor dreams
Is it safer here? Where regret Does not call And one just exists Does the barometric pressure Suppress all hope Suffocating wishes In some ironic twist?
Closeted in darkness Innocuous to influences of disappointment Where pain cannot reach Will that light under a bushel Ever burn so bright? Lighting the way To an inevitable breach
