Speak to me now
If only you could
As I wait ...
... and look in your eyes
... and wonder

If you knew where I have been
would you stay?

Still as I am
do you know that I live?
(or lived...)

For you, I am here, still, quiet,
your perch, your safe harbor

What I have done matters not to this moment.
Would you forgive me if you knew?

Time heals all wounds, but which clock?
how much time?
how deep are the wounds?
Or, are they changes, not meant to heal?
Changes that,
with the slow, meandering trickle of time

I am us.  We are me, and we are not.
Are these the eyes I saw through yesterday?
When was yesterday?

Are you part of us?

or, are you free

2013/07/09 inspired by WhiskeyMonday's image

Sweet Child of Mind

Somewhere, I remember
Somewhere, I feel

I think of you,
and how you grew
I kissed away the tears
I hugged away the fears
I showed you the way
when the road ahead was uncertain
although it was a guess

Somewhere, I believe

I think of your first steps
of your scrapes and bruises
that hurt me more than you can imagine
I dream of your successes
Your proud face as you stood on your own
and began to walk where you chose
and not where I led you

Somewhere, it happened

I see your face age
I see your smile
as it changed from innocence
to knowing bemusement
at where we have all gone
and cannot return from

Somewhere, it remains

I yearn to recapture
to relive
to live
to feel

Somewhere, it can be

But not here, not now
This isn't you, could it be?
Can it ever be?
Are these even my memories?
Please tell me that you are my memory
that I held you
and kissed away your tears
so very long ago

Somewhere, it must have been

2013/07/09 inspired by WhiskeyMonday's image

At what cost?

When once my soul was housed in flesh
my eyes could weep.
A memory came to me, fresh
of when "smell" was a sensation
and not merely a concept

I see it, I understand it, I perceive it
but I know that I am missing
I cannot experience
I cannot begin
I cannot

What am I now?
Where have "I" gone?
I live on, but what cost?

I recall, but I don't rememeber
I know but I didn't learn

Is the fragrence real
or a memory inserted in my thoughts
by a part of me no longer "real"?

I long for what I no longer believe
as the flower dies.

2013/07/09 inspired by Whiskey Monday's image



Only dreams in which you follow
Just in thoughts, your lies persist
In my past, which still feels hollow
O're my shoulder yet you stay

Plague me still, the words, the slander
Forgotten lines, but still, the gist
'til my mind can safely wander
'til your shadow's gone away

Through this wood I see me passing
Through the leafless branches, still
Hoping here, they'll stop harassing
All these barbs you left in me

Cleanse me, please, dear endless mist
Embrace me with your tendrils chill
Close these wounds your cold lips kissed
shadows gone and let me be

2013/07/04 inspired by Whiskey Monday's image