The bells ring and call me forward into today.
Where it is I am going?
What ever is it that I am doing?
Unfulfilled...
Motion after motion and yet the whisper stays.
This voice of longing I can almost hear.
Telling me of more and less...
Of joy and sorrow...
Yet without a guide I wander lost.
Or so it seems...
But truly am I lost or just shuffled once again to where I need to be.
The unfulfillment of the now is called into question by my hope.
In all that I have built and all that I have loved.
And so I hear the voice and laugh into the wind...
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
First thing in the morning....
It creeps like a jackhammer...
The morning light into my room.
Assaulting me, dragging me from my sleep.
I fight to ignore but the dawn always wins...
I complain but in reality I welcome this.
Here is a new beginning, a brand new day.
Yesterdays defeats and failures are gone.
The slate is cleaned once more...
So I open my eyes and awake into the possibilities...
The morning light into my room.
Assaulting me, dragging me from my sleep.
I fight to ignore but the dawn always wins...
I complain but in reality I welcome this.
Here is a new beginning, a brand new day.
Yesterdays defeats and failures are gone.
The slate is cleaned once more...
So I open my eyes and awake into the possibilities...
Angel dances...
So there I was broken...
And he was there with nothing but more of the same.
His pain and mine, oh my what a cocktail....
So maybe once more...
Last time was fantastic but unwanted!
The angel dances around not judging but what is that?
So the talking begins and ends.
I have to wonder why...
I have to believe that I want more then this.
But the reality of this evening crashes into all that is.
And I am left with the shattering of wanting more then I can ever have...
And he was there with nothing but more of the same.
His pain and mine, oh my what a cocktail....
So maybe once more...
Last time was fantastic but unwanted!
The angel dances around not judging but what is that?
So the talking begins and ends.
I have to wonder why...
I have to believe that I want more then this.
But the reality of this evening crashes into all that is.
And I am left with the shattering of wanting more then I can ever have...
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