All I See

Looking into your eyes, I see a universe,

Vast and mesmerizing, endless in its wonder.

Hand in hand, through time we traverse,

Hearts entwined in love’s embrace, forever fonder.

As the years pass, we’ll welcome the old,

Unafraid, for time cannot dim our splendor.

Let others call our love too bold—

Like stars, we shine, fierce yet tender.

Yet none of that matters, none of it’s true,

For in this world, all I see is you.

Hope

The darkness, the cold,

The loss of a chance to be bold.

Hands tied, lips sealed,

Unable to truly feel.

Silence falls everlasting,

Only the sound of my heart blasting.

Unable to see what is there,

Unable because all is bare.

I look in the darkness for a clue,

Something to cast another hue.

I find that deep within,

I nurture it with hope that something may begin.

Lost in the forever night eyes closed,

Looking for something deeper I suppose.

Not sure if I can cope…

So I continue to nurture my ray of hope.

Breaking Dawn

I never expected this,

to be captured by your eyes.

Not even a little wish,

to cut through the old lies.

All it took was a single smile,

and all my walls fell down.

I thought it would take a while,

before I knew it all was lost,

And I was surely under a spell.

You came in and it’s gone at all cost,

and deeper and deeper I fell.

Before I knew it I was not alone,

and my heart, it was gone.

Echoes of Angels

Here I am caught in the rush,
Caught doing things against my heart.
I wonder why things happen the way they do,
Sometimes you have no choice.

You can fight against the push,
Even when things seem to break apart.
Counting yourself among the few,
Speaking without a voice.

Moving with the flow,
Because the current is to strong.
Going back is not an option,
Inside the rapids you must churn.

You must allow yourself to grow,
Knowing that you could be wrong.
Knowing that it could be the hearts concoction,
Waiting for angels to return.

Water Through Time

Water drips down the bottle, 

Slowly moving through time.

Time doesn’t slow, even for the lowly. 

Loneliness spreads like the water, engulfing my entire soul. 

Darkness takes it’s toll as the clock ticks on.

Time moves and doesn’t slow. The darkness drips into my very essence

Polluting my thoughts, and souring my dreams.

Time moves darkness flows, loneliness takes root.

I drip down the glass moving through time, wishing it would slow, but it never will, not for me… not for you… not for water.

How Was I to know?

How was I to know when I came here,

How was I to know I had much to fear?

You came and took away my breath,

How was I to know I’d freely give the rest?

How was I to know I could lose it all?

I’ve never been so ready to take a fall.

I’m not one to blatantly risk my heart,

How will I know you won’t break it apart?

I am speechless whenever we meet,

How was I to know you’d make my heart beat?

I lost it all when I came to this place,

I lost my heart without a trace.


(Interesting Note:  This is my 400th Blog Post.  I have  9408 pageviews.   This was posted 4 years 4 months 28 days 10 hours 47 minutes from the first post.)

Reflections

Reflections…

Look inside and see…

Truly see…

Listen to your heart…

It reminds…

Never lose…

Honesty…

Staring back...

From inside…

Never forget…

What is there…

Inside…

Your heart…

A reflection of honesty…

Mended

I wasn’t ready for you,
But you claimed to be true.
I went the distance to see,
If it was meant to be.

I am used to the loss,
Another marker for me to cross.
It was affection that I did crave,
I’m slammed the much like a wave.

What was shattered will be mended,
And things will be splendid.
The shattered pieces will be whole,
As I pick up the pieces as I go.

Shattered

O, I look at you knowing that we can never be, For my heart is not ready for yet another tribulation. I need to be mindful of what is safe for me, Not just what makes me feel in a state of jubilation. My heart has grown shielded after breaking, Although you do give me hope. However my love is not yet ready for taking, Because with pain, I don’t think I could cope.

Something to Ponder....

"Today I had a chance to watch Fire... Its wild tounges licking toward the sky, sending glittery sparks flying. The embers smoldering like passion in your soul, as the flames lust to grow higher. The heat warmed my face arms and legs, as it begged me to feed it further. I felt bad as the night grew on and I had to starve it to smoldering embers, I knew that it left me a legacy of heat, passion, and lust... A Gift, I suppose." ~ J. Grant Wixson Blakeney 2/20/2006

I wrote this a while back, and I still find it odd, and yet beautiful.

Pearl

Life is never perfect, and love is never what you want it to be. I don't know where we will end up, but I do know that we share a love. As we enter this new phase in our relationship, I feel a chance to begin again. Everyone knows how pearls are made, sand in an oysters mouth... Well our love has encountered and will continue to encounter "sand" and other trouble... But as we work the best we can, we can make our own pearls. Someday when we are old and grey, we both will stand hand in hand on a beach of pearls and watch the waves come in, and know that our love has conquered all that has attempted to shatter it, and together we will be victorious.

(I wrote this several months ago, someone took it off my LJ and ran with it... it has appeared in several places, along with another quote of mine... I feel honored that people are touched by my words.)