In my dreams

A blinding light and now I see
so far into the future
where you will be
I go forward not knowing
which roads to take
being guided by the stars
fueled by the wondrous love we shall make,
a kingdom of joy will be ours by right
each and every day
night after night
we glow with the glory
of living and life
Into the darkness
There we find light

Never be afraid of being alone
don't you wonder why
you have no house or home
the very skin surrounding your bones
is the holy temple creation has grown
So be bold like the thunder
give heat like the fires
Loving you loving me
Our story inspires

In my dreams
In my dreams
In my dreams

This is your last post

Where to begin?
how deep shall I cut?
can I capture
your mediocrity in words?
Let me try.

Grey & dull
Lackluster & unambitious,
You have settled for less
which is fine by you.
I left, not soon enough
and now I go for good,
you are a reproduction
You have little range
and no depth.
Like the weeds
that over take the garden
you are not wanted in my space.
I don't see how I ever
confused you
for someone.
You were a broken mirror
and I was seeing myself
contorted in the reflection.
It was not myself with scars
but you, who never understood
All that I am or my beauty.
How long I wasted looking
into a broken mirror.
Never again will I waste
my precious time
searching for myself in another.
You could never have reflected
the light I shine
because your simple eyes
never saw it.
So here is your last entry

Enjoy toiling in the soil
boy.

a little blue

because your voice has not been heard
I forget the sound of a spoken word
I wander and wait for the time to come
I'll walk forever and then I'll run

In the absence of you
I am left without me,
I keep breaking apart
and I no longer see

This is not being lost
nor does it mean found
it is existing in space
without any sound

Chance

Seeing so much
that should remind me of you
if I say it did
it wouldn't be true.

lost & found

that feeling
when the sun
appears
on a cold grey afternoon
adrift on an island
away from your warmth

when the snow falls so softly
you can almost
sense someone smiling
all around you
you are all around yourself

knowing you greet
each and every day
with the hope of peace
in your heart
and love on your face

holding the infinite
in my chest
i am bold
like thunder
i erupt
into spontaneous bliss

that feeling
when you recognize
your suitcase
does not come with a life time guarantee

this is how i know
you belong with me

and i
belong
with you

The moon in my window

Like a long awaited letter-
after many grey days
and dark nights of the soul,
Arriving
with no thought
of delay.
Post marked
and born into space
I became to be delivered,
to an undisclosed address
where ever you are.
The sweetness of love
written out in words.
Softness pours out
of the envelope
like a flower
full of pollen, slowly fill up
on life. Overflowing
from the beauty of being
I surrender,
all that I am
for Love,
all that I am
has surrendered
to you,
Love.

Yes

You-looking down at the ground,
You-who has not tried hard enough to believe-
I am talking to you.
I am not about to leave you,
to let go of your hand,
but the light shining from my eyes,
is not detected in yours.
You only see the reflection
of your own inner self
you see something I am not
Please, do not project
yourself onto me,
Let me be Myself,
and you
You be yourself
and together
than we shall See.

try

You
are
a
creation
of
your
imagination
forget
yourself
then
remember
who
you
really
are

signs

Subtle hints
you speak so clear
but why do I stop thinking
when you are near
Your face shines bright
I stare too long
I watch you dancing
song after song,
I stand on the side
in the shadow
of the room
stoically my eyes
reflecting the full moon
a light
you will never know

always, emily belle

Bubbling
From,
not in to
a spinning
mesh
net
confusion
doubt
fear
noise
isolation
when seen
from sleeping
eyes
the world
is a scary
place.
try looking around
awake with open eyes
harmonious flowing
all knowing
forever
always.

sad

when this unit breaks apart
theres no holding on
you're lost
never found
only within
are we ever whole
fully alive
when you kill
the thoughts
you believed
were you.
Cut the bow stings
connecting your
heart to an object
outside of self
there is no permanence
no grounding
no love
nothing exists outside
of Self.
You are Myself.