Safe Inside These Walls

Her heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high--

Brick and mortar caked together, reaching to the sky.

Every day she walked along the lonely willow path,

Thinking it was best to stay where peacefully she'd cry.

The brick walls watching every day could see what she denied--

Our princess didn't want this cage, but to herself she'd lie:

"A human needn't see the world when everything will crash;

Better to stay safe behind these walls so very high."

Fleeting Beauty

Today I thought of

Fleeting beauty

Which is not with ease perceived.

I thought of tears

And gusts of wind

And glass wings you can barely see.

The first glance when you're falling fast,

and everything just seems a dream.

What's wrong with being

Hard to find

When they can't trap a passing breeze?

Don't Kiss The Sunlight

I woke up this morning

Sitting in a pool of light

Drifting through my window,

Warming to the sight.

I stared at flowers down below

And lazy drifting clouds,

The trees were stretching wooden limbs,

And eager to grow out.

I hugged myself and felt the sunlight

Kissing at my skin,

Caressing me with gentle warmth

My soul with zeal drank in.

Yet still I sat in darkness,

For downtrodden was my heart,

And no amount of morning sun

Released me from the dark.

I fought it, though,

Slid out of bed,

Walked over to the glass.

I peered outside, my senses calmed

By the verdure of the grass.

I tried to smile and let go of the

Thunder in my soul.

This fire I couldn't put out,

For the fire had gained control.

In that sweet moment all I felt

Were gentle arms of light,

Encouraging me to go outside and

"Fight the darkness! Fight!"

I turned away and closed the curtains.

Fighting was too hard.

Defeated, I returned to bed,

The storm had raged too far.

Always/Never

I'll whisper that I love you

On a gentle windy day,

When wild rivers thunder through

And newborn ducklings play.

I'll smile for you at sunset

While the sleepy children sing,

Those new songs that they learned at school

And meanwhile, others dream.

I'll think of you at twilight

When the snowy mountains move-- 

Inch by inch, they shake and fight

And keep on pushing through.

I'll want you when it's midnight 

Somewhere in this world. 

When someone thinks, "The stars are bright!" 

I'll be a lonely girl.

I'll long for you at sunrise, 

So long as children dream-- 

And when the moon is shining bright 

My tears will flow downstream.

I'll whisper that I need you, 

And ache for you at dawn. 

I'll smile for you at sunset. 

This pain just lasts so long.

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This bit kind of came as an afterthought, so I'll throw it in as well.

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I'll have you when there's nothing-- 

No sunshine, moon, or stars. 

The great old mountain lost his fight, 

And wind has flown too far.

My Shadow

My shadow's had a fit of rage,

Ain't seen her in a year.

I wish she'd be with me onstage

to watch the audience cheer.

My love of art gave birth to many

bright and marv'lous schemes;

Our audiences lacked in any

proper, childlike dreams.

One day, onstage, I did a dance,

while she sashayed from sight.

The children stared, the women gasped

at this new trick of light!

She stormed away, I did not see

so deafened by ovations.

Our audience saw only me,

the girl who shed restraints from

that horrid darkness we all have,

those imitating shades.

Youngsters fall asleep with lamps

in order to be safe.

My shadow's had a fit of rage,

Ain't seen her in a year.

I wish she'd be with me onstage

to watch the audience cheer.

Passion

She liked how he kissed her,

Passionately:

He showed her the truth of the word.

Not wild hunger,

Shoved against a wall--

None of that was passion.

He held her like a priceless gem,

Like no one had before.

For once someone cared

About leaving her here,

And taking a part of her with him.

For once someone cared

About her state of mind

Should he mess up this romance.

His grip was possessive,

But never too tight,

Giving her freedom to leave.

The comfort of knowing

That she was still free,

Not to be forced on at will.

He held her like she would leave.

But she didn't.

That was passion.

Prince Charming (Jesus)

"I love you, darling.

Come to Me,

And write Me on your heart.

"To suffer for another is

the noblest of art.

"You're every kind of lovely,

For you cannot fight alone."

He takes my hand and kisses it.

"Someday I'll bring you home."