I am but a weary minstrel
Step by step to bide my time
Looking for my one true answer
In a love that I may find

Shaded fields of hopes and wishes
Flowing stems so softly breathe
Taking all that life does offer
Forward weavings to believe

I have found the golden idol
Sitting still in chamber’d light
Reaching off for some existence
Far beneath the stars at night

With its eyes of diamond whispers
Only now it sheds my fear
Precious metals tore us under
As I search the far and near

What is this my heart now calling
Echoes play about the rim
If this line of worn endeavors
Finds the time to soon begin

Will you walk with me at sunrise
Whisper that you love me so
Count the petals of a daisy
Set aside against the flow

For you see my truth is baring
Everything that I can share
Take my hand and please remember
I am but a man who cares

In this endless dream of summer
Warming trends eternally
You are mine, my only sunshine
Won’t you walk this road with me

I didn't receive anything
I could hold in my hands
from you
But the best gift I received
this year on my birthday
was a chance.

I hold that
in my heart.

I'm so confused
No I don't understand
Because who I see here
Is Not who I am.
Reflections tell a story
The one everyone sees
But if you look deeper inside
There's much more left to be.
We're told when we're young
That anything is possible
But society continues
To declare dreams improbable.
I don't hate who I am
Just who I see in the mirror
For these thoughts I keep hidden:
They provoke too much fear.
I want to be normal
Young and happy
But I can't figure out
If I'm really me.
I make a decision
Decide on a label
That is until
New cards hit the table.

he looked at her,
like how a poor person looks at $100
like how a cancer patient feels when they know they'll live
like how an artist paints a beauty

only you can crave a love that deep
so deep even the ocean would be jealous

only you can crave a love that high
so high even the stars would be jealous

We walk through this park
We walk through that park.

We talk about your life
We talk about my life.

We spend time enjoying your company
We spend time enjoying mine.

We cherish our time together,
For it is stolen
And all too soon
We have to give it back
And
Relinquish ourselves to the real world.


© Misty Bishop-Martiss