Hand in Hand

I heard your voice today. Maybe tonight I'll see your face.
I know all about you, yet we have never met.
You make me laugh and feel good about myself, even when the chips are down.
You comfort me and you look foward to me comforting you.
Best friends have nothing over on us, since we walk hand in hand.
We share everything and keep our secrets between us.
Your breath warms my heart and I can't wait until I am by your side.
No, we have never met, but maybe tonight your face will appear in my dreams.
But regardless, I love you as you are, and I yearn for the day we cross paths.
For you hold the answer to my dreams and the answer to what I yearn to know.
Why is it we want what we can't have and can't have what we want?
Somewhere out there, I know you exist. And someday, we'll exist together,
hand in hand, under the moon and stars, with the earth at our feet.
I know you feel the same loneliness, emptiness,
your heart is isolated from your soul. And the solitude is driving you to dream of me,
someone you have never met, yet, I'm someone you know.
For I have been growing inside you, dwelling in your dreams.
I know this because I heard your voice. Maybe tonight we'll meet one another in our dreams?

THEY CAME AND THEY TOOK


It belonged to you,
yet it was stolen away.
By those who had no right,
by those who had no say.

I wish I could have been there at your side,
to stand tall, and strong, even to die.
For it belonged to you,
yet it was stolen away.

They didn't take a little,
they took it all.
Gave you a corner,
and wanted you to crawl.

But you stood and walked with your pride,
for that they could not deny.
It belonged to you,
yet it was stolen away.

I wish I could have been there at your side,
to stand tall, and strong, even to die...
For it belonged to you.

The Whispering Breeze

I have never seen the moon, as I do tonight.
So big. So vivid. So bright.

I have never heard the cry of my heart, so lonely, so loud.
A yearning that strengthens, refusing to become unbowed.

Who are you? And where are you, on this enchanting night?
What would it take to bring you into my sight?

The water is calm at my feet.
The fire in my soul breeds deceit.

I cling to my dream, that our day will come.
That the hands of fate will deem, we belong together under this midnight sun.

Waiting

The sun makes itself be known through my kitchen window, touching me with warmth. The wind stirs through the branches of "Mr. Oak", my faithful friend, standing alone, in my back yard. Soon, he will lose his skin of leaves and sleep in wait of a better time, a warmer night.
"I understand, Mr. Oak," I whisper. "I understand."
I walk into the living room where my spouse sits watching television, and I'm certain I wasn't noticed, leaving or returning. The television show has much more to offer than the changing leaves within my heart. I feel the wind stir through my soul as I make my way to bed, alone, to dream of a better time, a warmer night.

Whisper to Me

SHADOW FRIENDS

Where have I been?
Some places I remember vividly, some vaguely, and others not at all.
Like shadows growing deeper with the night, lurking on the edges of street lights, there's not much for me to see.
I hear voices, little murmurs, and an occasional chuckle, coming from somewhere within the crevices of solitude that surround me.

Where am I going?

Forward, I strive, for there's no turning back.
To rest for a spell would be nice, but "Father Time" gives no slack.

Must keep going, one foot in front of the other.
Darkness increases, and it's annoying.

I tell myself "Don't fall to pieces." It's Life's way of toying.
Up ahead, there's a bend in the road.
"Do not dread, the burden could become a lesser load."

I see a light, yes, it's just a thread.
But I'm alive, and that's better than dead.

I open my arms, and embrace the shadows.
For to taste the charm, one must open a window.
The darkness and I make amends, and become shadow friends.



CHANGE IS COMING

Do you ever feel like you're lost in a forest and that you may be the tree that no one hears when it falls? You try to ignore the feelings that creep their way into your veins and make their way to your heart. You don't want to believe something inside is changing. You're afraid of what may happen should you allow the change to take place. Yet you can't deny it. Change is coming. Be it the way the wind whips through the forest, touching your branches, tossing your leaves to the ground. Yes, change is coming. All you can hope for is not to fall, but should you fall, someone will be there to notice. And most of all, someone will care. I care. I am the ground wrapped around your roots. Reach out and I shall nourish you and support you through it all.

Commercial Break

You're in the house and the television is on. Your husband is there, but he doesn't pay any attention to you and you wonder why. What must I do to get back the feeling I once had? Why do I give more than I receive? You look over at him, he doesn't notice. At least not until there's a commercial break, and even then it's just a glance and a forced smile. "Happily ever after!" you promised yourself and he reinforced the feelings at the beginning. But time has faded so much in your life that it's hard to focus on anything but what is missing. You think about the one that got away. He's somewhere out there. Maybe he's in the phone book or online. Just a click away. Do you keep hope while the embers fade into the night or do you reach into the secret passage of your soul and start a new flame? Let me know what you decide. I'll listen.