Since her no became maybe,
And her maybe became yes.
Her life changed for the better.
Love, now color from silhouette.
Since she set her heart free,
From the chained armor she once knew.
Her heart has grown soft and pliable,
Yet strong and resilient too.
Since she learned to trust,
To shed the uncertainty and fear,
She carried around from past pains,
Her present moments are now clear.
Since her no became a maybe,
And her maybe became a yes.
His life changed for the better,
They soon are to be wed.
This is based upon a dream I had last night.
Standing stable on solid slab,
Aloft undefined ground below.
Suddenly flat surface begins to slant,
Small seeds of fear were sewn.
Growing steeper and steeper,
I was shifted out of balance.
The tilt more and more threatening,
My security now, but a fragment.
Grasping to the upper edge,
My only link to safety.
Only one arm available,
My other injured beside me.
I was horrified and panicked,
Cluttered, indistinct destruction swirling.
Hand slipping, to let go meant to die,
Into an unknown I couldn’t see, an abyss blurring.
And then, all became still, upright, and stable again…
I discovered it hadn’t moved at all,
The person with me was confused, at best.
It was some sort of hallucination, I was told,
Suggested to have been triggered by stress.
In the longing for love’s longing.
In the desire for quenched desire.
In seeking that which seeks to be found.
In wanting to speak the unspoken whisper…
It’s easy to compromise,
Just to be held.
To know a lovers touch,
Ignite the oneness meld.
The thirst for reciprocation,
The warmth of another’s embrace.
Companionship’s determined pressure,
Can cause one to choose in haste.
Love’s mere existence is purposeful,
There’s much to be gained.
While genuine and beautiful,
Love can wrongfully enslave.
Shifting intuition into chance,
A misplaced heart searching for forever.
There are benefits from love in all forms,
Learning through mandatory errors.
Perhaps enduring pain and abuse,
Horrors of loose humanity.
From the longing inside for love,
Interlocked with fear’s company.
Can we learn to wait?
Acting based upon faith.
Protect our irrevocable hearts,
And avoid regret’s infinite refrains.
The face of evil
Kept under veil
As to lure
Hearts true, pure
Essence of foreboding
Dark as pitch
Cause of light eroding
Destroyer of peace
Nurturer of fear
Claws grip tight
Rip and tare
Of the soul
Which will be theirs
Without God’s hold
Daylight’s not her friend,
Simply a reminder that night will fall again.
Darkness will blanket her once sunlit world,
And she’ll have to survive, have to endure.
The nightmares that haunt.
The unrelenting torment.
The shadows that have come.
The shadows which have left.
The vigilant watch.
The eyes wide open.
Back against the wall.
No relief until morning…
When light returns,
Only to remind her,
The dark will come again.
Flickering glow, circular ceiling projection,
Light piercing the darkened room.
Soft flames filled with warmth,
Dancing with the music’s melodic tune.
Enhancing the moment,
Absorbing emotions to purify.
Negativity, and fear subjected to fire,
Pain burned to indemnify.
A trinity of light to anchor,
Honoring The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Accompanying me in the moment I know,
True light and warmth, ever present…
The darkness of a tilted world,
Overshadowed by majority light.
Dominating what’s down below,
But powerless over God’s might.
Ominous in appearance.
Thriving on intimidation.
A false portrayal of fear,
Your chosen mask of illusion.
pic: from my collection
She holds it all inside,
The hurts and fear she feels.
Slave to sustaining appearances,
A false smile offered to conceal.
Reaching out is weakness to her,
Established in her destructive strength.
Alone in a world she keeps at bay,
Within herself she continues to sink.
Her insides stew, destined to escape,
Without her approval or permission.
Unable to maintain her hiding,
In the depths of emotional oppression.
In fury, in rage, in lamenting tears,
Hidden no more, is what’s inside.
Control was simply a cruel illusion,
A consequence of denial and pride.
A pipe dream is better,
Than no dream at all.
Who am I to determine,
What is or isn’t possible?
Perhaps the fanciful dream,
Was planted by God.
Faith the requirement,
But limited expectations bar.
Some choose not to dream,
As to avoid disappointment.
But the light a dream holds,
Can illuminate our voyage.
I’ve shot down many a pipe dream,
Refusing what I saw as false hope.
But I realize now with reflective eyes,
I’ve always had a broken telescope.