When Will I Find You?
I long to be wrapped
in the warmth of your arms,
to feel your touch
against mine.
I long for our hearts
to flutter as one,
for our souls to be
e’er intertwined.
I long for your presense
to be next to me,
to hear you breathe
as you dream.
I long to see you
smile and sigh.
I long for my mind
to be free.
I long for your heart
for your mind, for your soul.
I long, my Love, for you.
When will I find you,
when will you come?
I long to say,
“I love you.”
When will I find you,
Love?
Serenity
Have I ever told you about my dream?
It starts how dreams always start, or at least how mine always do (I’m not sure about yours), but it starts with me standing alone in a park. You may find such a start to a dream strange (in truth, most of my dreams are strange), but I’m not standing long. Before I know it, I’m walking along a cobblestone path while spinning a crooked old cane.
You see, I’m searching for something… no, I’m searching for someone – it always alternates between the two, you know, and I can never quite place it! But I’m walking along the winding old path, tapping my crooked old cane on the ground, searching for signs of the mysterious being. And as I am searching, I can’t help but admire the beautiful park. Pausing a moment, I take a deep breath of the cool evening air as the sound of the gentle breeze tickles my ears, and then I find myself staring up at the stars peeking bashfully through the treetops.
It really was quite serene…
Suddenly it catches my eye!
Dear, Love…
Dear whoever you may be,
I am waiting here,
for you to come and hold my heart
and banish all my fear.
I’ve been waiting every day
for you, my only one,
but with each day my heart grows faint -
my Love, when will you come?
If only you could know how much
my heart does yearn for you.
To look into your eyes, your soul,
and know, my Love, just you.
Dear whoever you may be,
I’m still waiting here.
But please don’t keep me waiting long -
my Love, I need you here.
Lost in a Mem’ry
Her eyelids grow heavy
as she fights off the sleep
that is weighing her down,
compelled by the need
to stay there,
awake,
within the realm of
reality,
sanity,
truth – the dream,
it whispers deception,
sweet lies in her ear,
pulling her further
into the dark,
asleep.
Awake.
Reliving a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
stumbling through hist’ry
that’s halfway obscured
by the frost of the night -
it fogs up her sight -
her heart is so
cold and
alone.
Trapped.
Locked in a time
neither here nor there,
the darkness,
it follows her steps,
a waltz -
one-two-three
one-two-three
one-two-three
Stop.
The echo of music
pervades the vast halls,
a chorus of sorrow;
she cries out in pain.
She needs to wake up,
she needs to wake up,
the dream isn’t real,
she needs to wake up.
But up isn’t up
and down’s turned around.
Tears splash in drops,
she needs to be found.
She’s lost in a mem’ry
that isn’t quite hers,
until she falls
softly
awake.
What if I Told You?
What if I told you
that your dimpled smile
is the prettiest that
I’ve ever seen?
That it glows like the sun,
a brilliant grin,
and melts my buttery heart?
Awake Pilot Review
It isn’t often that a new television show comes along and completely takes you by surprise, and it is even rarer for that surprise to be good.
NBC’s Awake is one of those surprises, and it is deliciously good.
- What is real?
The Day
Oh, how I long for the
day when at last
our eyes will
finally
meet.
I long to be lost
in the depths of your
soul;
to be trapped in the snare
of your heart-piercing stare –
I long for our
eyes to
meet.
Stars
I felt the stars beneath my feet
as I ran, alone, through the night;
heart pounding, lungs heaving,
not thinking, just leaving.
With all of my might,
I ran through the night –
the stars, they carried my feet.
~
Dreaming
Do you know I
dream of you?
Do you feel my
presence there -
in your dreams,
as you sleep –
do you feel me
there? (more…)
Still
Staring at the ceiling
Heart racing in my chest
Do you know
I’m thinking about
You?
Eyes refuse to
Sleep
Mind the same to
Stop
Racing at the
Thought
Of You
You
