Her eyes like fire,
Her hands of silken cloth,
The words she speaks are healing
She is my sanctity.

Through thick and thin she's there,
In the good times and the bad,
Her friendship heals my soul,
Her laughter is my novocaine.

She'll never know how much she means,
She wipes away my cares,
She soothes my aching heart,
Because she's always there.

She haunts my thoughts,
Emotions and prayers,
She's my safe house in this angry world,
She is my sanctity.

My sanity I do question, in the darkest hours of the night,
Dreams so surreal, confusing me constantly,
Cause me to wake in the now, missing your touch,
This dreamscape of us now leaving me empty.

Are they glimpses of the future? Or only a sweet new torture.
Do they hold the answers to these deeper questions,
Or is it all more unanswered prayers and dashed hopes,
A reality I'll only ever see in the twilight.

Whether fact of fiction, I no longer care,
My saving grace, a way to stay connected to you,
When neither of us can be there,
This is my dream, my only reality.

My life hangs here before me,
Its balance of power constantly dangling,
Waiting,
Needing,
Never knowing the outcome,
Pleasure,
Pain,
This chemical cocktail warring within,
Sitting,
Waiting,
For the conversation that must ensue,
Begging,
Pleading,
Just to survive this fated day.

Intensity rich and pure,
Unbridled passions bearly contained,
Expressions of love, life and living,
All burn like a fire within.

Too much for some,
A taste of her own she has,
A force not to reckoned with,
To embrace or reject the choice.

Cannot be stopped,
Will not be reduced,
The fire she is,
But can she burn for you?

How much I want to slow dance with you,
Be able to hold your body to mine,
To touch your face with my fingertips,
Begin the slowest dance known to man.

I want to take my time with you,
Removing your clothing piece by piece,
Kissing each limb as it becomes bare,
Breathing in your scent.

To lay with you on our bed,
Touching you with an aching need,
Covering your mouth with mine,
Reveling as our tongues become one.

Caressing your body with mine,
Placing my hands on your deepest desire,
Encouraging your want, demanding your need,
Building a raging inferno.

To kiss you most intimately,
Until you're gasping for breath,
Stilling you with my touch,
Before stroking your burning core.

To hold you close in this dance of love,
For your need to be that of me,
Hearing you call for only me,
Reaching out for my presence.

Cradling you against my chest as you still,
Sleep to take over where I have stopped,
To watch you in peace, your beautiful face,
Now dreaming of the deepest love we share.

Slowly they fall, angels to earth,

Blessings from above, only here for a while,

Small and fragile, delicate is their touch,

Gone all too soon, taken by the day,

Returning to the heavens, guarding over us,

Waiting for the next winter chill,

To fall to earth again.

Words inside do rush to get out,
Pushing and fighting for space to be heard,
This silence must end, too long to keep quiet,
A voice I must find, my mind to be felt.

The visions I see, how do I describe?
Scenes played in my mind, now enter my hand
Paper and pen, the tools of my trade,
To incite true emotions, and to bring great delight.

Images seen, words to fulfill,
A dreamers world, so rich and yet poor,
Misunderstood and distraction, blank minds to be tempered,
Too much to be said, one voice among thousands.

I hear it calling,

Time and again it calls to me,

Drawing me nearer,

Closer to its touch,

Driving me on, when all seems lost,

From a distant shore its beckons,

So soft and low,

A stranger to me,

Yet understood with infinite detail,

Challenging and unnerving,

Always to be so,

Holding richest rewards,

But with the highest price,

A call to my heart, no, to my soul,

In deepest nights, and brightest day,

Forever to guide my steps,

Slowly bringing me home.

Who can understand, this silent call,
Its pull so infinite, its power unmatchable,
Illogical and unfathomable, a call from the unknown,
Breaking all the rules, rebel in a world of laws.

In deepest night and darkest hours,
We hear the call so strong,
To the future she does drawn us,
As far as to foreign soil.

Uncertainty and unrest, slowly fading away,
A home has been found, never knowing it was lost,
Yet before us it stands, radiating light,
Softly coaxing, ever pulling, one day I will be home.

So silent in the night,
Like a thief in the dark,
Wandering through the halls,
Exploring, searching for its prize.

Discoveries it makes,
Pocketing hidden treasures,
Creeping from room to room,
Stripping them of valuables.

Floor by floor it goes,
Conquering all, taking what it finds,
Turning to leave, pauses for one last look,
Before she picks another victim.

Like busy ants they move and work,
From their quiet comfortable houses,
To loud confronting offices,
All trying to justify their existence.

How much they miss, and do not see,
The coming dawn, with its dappled rays,
Peace at night, as the sun retires,
Silvery moonlight enchanting their worlds.

So engrossed they are, working away,
Not living a life, content to slave,
Forgetting dreams, ignoring their desires,
Afraid to be themselves, to break this worlds mould.

So tired I am, exhausted and weary,
Closing my eyes at night,
Half wishing not to see in the morn,
Easy it would be, not to wake at the dawn,
Asleep I would stay, peaceful at last.

But alas I do stir, and put forward best foot,
Once more to struggle against the system,
Again to question myself,
Setting my body for the worlds' onslaught.

Some solace I have, in my friends at arms,
Their soothing voices calm my storm,
Peace the tell me, I will indeed find,
But for now they guide and protect me,
From the realities of this world.

The cold wind ruffles my hair,
Whispering in my ears, calling me,
'Follow me' it says, to an unknown destination,
To prizes and untold glories.

Incessant its call, following the tracks,
Their long worn beams stretching out before,
These too speak to me,
Encouraging my travels.

Never to be content,
Never to be still,
Always chasing clouds,
Always just beyond the next hill.

Touch igniting fire,
Smell that incites the flames,
Sounds now burn with desire,
Taste that screams your name.

Slow and steady, fast and furious,
Heartbeats racing, blood coursing through our veins,
Bodies moving together, causing extreme heat,
Passions burning ever deeper, pushing towards an end.

All movement ceases, shallow breathing only heard, Heaving chests, relaxed limbs, slowly resting now,
Eyes close, Morpheus takes control,
Intertwined they lay, two halves of a sated soul.

Prayers go unanswered,
So many questions left hanging,
Reasons never explained,
Understanding still searched for.

Wants and desires left unsated,
Needs that were never met,
Compromises ignored, not given their chance,
To be shut out, shut off, the choice.

Left wondering if there was a solution,
Could things have been worked out,
Was happiness possible?
Now we'll never know.

I play with your head, like you tormented my heart,
Twisting and jerking, increasing the hurt,
Anger deep inside, slowly breaking the surface,
Retaliation and vengeance my desire.

Vindictive I am, spiteful and scorned,
Justification I seek, to reclaim what you stole,
Abused and drained you left me,
Now the favor is mine to return.

All that you've done to me, I will give back,
Showing the person you were warned of,
Now becoming myself,
Vengeance is mine, so sayeth my heart.

Hours tick by and days pass on,
Seasons slip by, now a warm winter glow.
Starting with skies of clear crystal blue,
Leaves began falling, ground soaked with the dew.

Seasons have changed, new faces and old,
Once familiar sights now lost to the past,
The great unknown beckons, whispering my name,
To travel new roads and new places, no longer content.

Constantly moving and never look back,
Bright horizons that that thrill to my core,
New challenges await to be conquered,
No more to sit still.

Darkness it beckons, so sweet and so right,
Vengeance is mine, the pain and delight,
Tortured screams do echo in the night,
Visions of madness, my soul does incite.

Both cold and inviting, a constant war within,
Conflicting emotions, this dark and this light,
'Mothers little angel', oh what a joke!
The Devils spawn is now her own thought.

Complete stranger she is, not knowing my soul,
Can man ever know what is never to be told?
Choices are made, relationships lost,
Prices are paid, at such a high cost.

All for the sake of denying the dark,
For once in mine life,
To walk into your light.