Sleep sweetly there beside me
In pre-dawn's lurid light
A shaft that swirls with galaxies
Too complex for my sight

Motionless, I danced there
In syncopated time
Twisting to each heartbeat
His silent, pulsing shine.

Perfection; silent symphony
Each lulling breath, a croon
Rose petal lips parted in twain
Would whisper secrets soon

Sienna lashes shrouded
Emerald youthful spheres that
Sent me off to mountain sides
Lush soil, pure and real.

I loved the slumbering forest
In warmth, in frost and rain
And in each silent morning I yearn
To whirl for him again.





Original, un-rhymed notes

When he slept I, motionless,
Danced
In the shaft of light with the dust motes
Feeling each heart beat
a syncopation for a wordless song
a symphony made more perfect
By the lull of air from his
rose petal lips
Sienna eyelashes hiding
Replenishing fountains of youth.

He had me thinking of the mountains,
Of the earth, of the rich soil
Of all things still and pure and beautiful.

Every girl that wanders into my life
Is facing their her own different strife
No matter how they are in distress
I treat them like a special princess
I do my best to be compassionate
Be better continuously since we met
I put forth her emotions before mine
Then go to mine when hers are behind
However I feel like a tattered rag-doll
Used until it faces it's disastrous fall
I am constantly loved then thrown away
Not to be important anymore on any day
I'm like a brand new rechargeable battery
Used once and then dropped like gravity
I am using up energy and forgotten about
Then when it is gone, I am a pile of doubt
I treat others the way I would like to live
I serve others and give all I have to give
Yet I am still worthless after a short while
Which leaves me alone, tattered, in denial