Sitting at the window
A girl alone in her room
So sad and delicate
A rose waiting to bloom

Tears glisten in the sun
Yearning for a life to live
Why is she imprisoned
With so much love to give?

A book of childhood dreams
With pages turned to dust
Her faith was stolen
Because she gave her trust

With dawn a journey beckons
A new path she will uncover
Life and love await  
Her spirit she will discover

Now the lonely tears will fall
On the ground and they are gone
Feeding the thirsty rose
Which will bloom with the dawn.

Please don’t love me
Just desire me
When I get boring
You can fire me

With your kisses
I’m over sated
The bonds of love
Are over rated

Like me hate me
Touch me hold me
When I’m bad
You can scold me

Love is a trap
That will bind you
Get held hostage
They’ll never find you

We all promise
for better or worse
little do we know
its such a curse

Such a sweet addiction
to be adored
the pleasure wanes
we just get bored

We’ll forego
fortune and fame
but can’t stop trying
to play this game.

I grab at illusions
They fog my brain
And emotions
Then softly melt

I acquire crates
Of love and vows
Upon the mantel they stay
But some things get lost
Along the way.

Sample my elixir
I hear the gypsy woman
A cure for the broken heart
A balm for the scars of love

I collect the cures
They merely feed the disease
Upon the mantel they stay
But some things get lost
Along the way

I seem to strive
For second best
It has its charms
And lower expectations

That sharp pinnacle
In the blazing midday sun
Exists for climbers
Scaling their dreams

I prefer to seek
The plaintiff plateau
Upon the mantel they stay
But some things get lost
Along the way

She runs with the pack
Keeping the plodding pace
Jogging past ancient doors
And icons of the past
The eyes of the adoring crowd
Smother her in kisses
She’s burdened by the blessings
Staring down the horizon
She yearns for something more.

Glimmers of a sprightly past
Tunes bounce about like butterflies
She moved unburdened untouched
Her soul was sparkled
And her voice alive
A studio of life and love and movement
With the sky for a ceiling
Float away at midnight
Traded for a frozen dance
And a voice muffled.
There’s glitter and gold
But she yearns for something more.

A young girls dream of love
And romance
It surrounds her by day
And eludes her by night
Its all from the book
But none from the dream
She smiles and smiles
And then checks the mirror
Her contentment is a wool coat
Sturdy and warm
She cries to run freezing in the snow
Screaming as the flakes alight
It’s a satisfying scene
But she yearns for something more.

Walking down the avenue
Familiar comfortable,
I know the cracks in the sidewalk.
Years ahead or years behind
I could walk this street blind.
There are ghosts in the air
That lead me on
And no sooner have I left
That I’m home again.
But around the corner
If I dare
There’s a promise of mystery
A path unknown
The footsteps have faded
An empty canvas of concrete
Damp with a haunting melody
That spreads like fog
Beckons me to a light unseen
Unfamiliar sights but I’m not lost
The way home blurred by the mist
I can’t turn back, there is no way home.
I dance as the music quickens.

I thought patience was a virtue
But we can have too much
Of a good thing.
My patience is killing me;
I have banished the clocks--
The tick-tock tick-tocks
Were needles pricking my heart.
Just waiting for a word--
A teaspoon of sugar.
I have never been greedy
Or a glutton.
But my capacity for punishment
Surprises even me.
She doesn’t deserve even one second
Of my vanishing hope
I’m supping on self pity
Tonight.

Today I awoke
To a deafening sound
The sands of the hourglass
Were shaking my soul.
Each grain tore into my flesh
And bombarded my pride
Finally the last grain fell
The hourglass was empty
I was empty.
Time had ended.
I will wait no more.

A storm that thrills
But does not frighten.
A tightrope lofty and delicate
But steady like a rock.
Passion that knows no bounds
But embraced and held close.
Words whispered in breathless joy
But echo endlessly in the canyon.
A touch as ephemeral as a fading dream
But etched on my skin.
Laughter that lifts and lightens
But brings tears to my desires.
Moments that can’t be described
But evoke a language I’m still learning.
Sensations heavy and overpowering
But float and dissipate in a mist.
Love intangible.
But real.