I crack my eyes open.....
and a flood of light comes rushing in
I peer at it uncomfortablly..blink my eyes, and adjust...
I stretch out in the covers...stretching my limbs
I give new day oxygen to my thoughts
and for a moment, I become very still...
my face expressionless.
I prepare my mind and body to get up
and I sit on the edge of the bed
Once again I peer uncertainly at the light....who is this stranger?
I sigh deeply, and my chest rises
the air feels good to my lungs
and I just breathe...as I follow the rythme of his beat.
The lines in my face display an inquisitive thoughts of the past...
How could I let this be...
I allowed someone to pour their darken spirit into me
Not knowing how it would overtake mine
Feeling his saddness for no reason
and doubtful
about what the world could offer me
thru him....
And the dark caverns of his mind....
Lost treasures was he
as he began to rob me
I sob on my bed
miserably
The footprints he leaves
are muddy on me
as time clears their residue
and a stranger passes thru
one....that I feel nervously unprepared for
but my heart, oh! how happy is she...
i watch him move in circles around me....
and something in me gets very still
and quiet
as I watch
how he moves
His movement is like grace for me
theraputic and and healing
his kisses are like ointment to my wounds
that are painful to endure at first
I am not use to his medicine
it is foreign to me
I stare in amazment at he
so unreal to me
My! How he is like a fresh drink
of replenishing waters
he closes my wounds effortlessly
sweet caring kisses
that I dont know what to do with
because...im not use to....those things
I dont know what to make of it
but I know that I like it
really like it
he is like the beach to me
gently washing the pain away
wave by wave
I am but a small sea shell
In his love turbulance
as he gently toses me
onto the sand...
I have walked past lonleys door
just to meet her sister, Past Pain
who is harder to get along with
she has no regard or kindness for me
And past pain has many friends...many doors.
she attempts to make things difficult for me.
And so I sit on the edge of this bed
as if it is the edge of a cliff
I look down to the floor
hundreds of feet below me
and i want to jump!
leap, in fact
into his awaiting arms....oh!
I just wonder...
will
he
catch
me?
and a flood of light comes rushing in
I peer at it uncomfortablly..blink my eyes, and adjust...
I stretch out in the covers...stretching my limbs
I give new day oxygen to my thoughts
and for a moment, I become very still...
my face expressionless.
I prepare my mind and body to get up
and I sit on the edge of the bed
Once again I peer uncertainly at the light....who is this stranger?
I sigh deeply, and my chest rises
the air feels good to my lungs
and I just breathe...as I follow the rythme of his beat.
The lines in my face display an inquisitive thoughts of the past...
How could I let this be...
I allowed someone to pour their darken spirit into me
Not knowing how it would overtake mine
Feeling his saddness for no reason
and doubtful
about what the world could offer me
thru him....
And the dark caverns of his mind....
Lost treasures was he
as he began to rob me
I sob on my bed
miserably
The footprints he leaves
are muddy on me
as time clears their residue
and a stranger passes thru
one....that I feel nervously unprepared for
but my heart, oh! how happy is she...
i watch him move in circles around me....
and something in me gets very still
and quiet
as I watch
how he moves
His movement is like grace for me
theraputic and and healing
his kisses are like ointment to my wounds
that are painful to endure at first
I am not use to his medicine
it is foreign to me
I stare in amazment at he
so unreal to me
My! How he is like a fresh drink
of replenishing waters
he closes my wounds effortlessly
sweet caring kisses
that I dont know what to do with
because...im not use to....those things
I dont know what to make of it
but I know that I like it
really like it
he is like the beach to me
gently washing the pain away
wave by wave
I am but a small sea shell
In his love turbulance
as he gently toses me
onto the sand...
I have walked past lonleys door
just to meet her sister, Past Pain
who is harder to get along with
she has no regard or kindness for me
And past pain has many friends...many doors.
she attempts to make things difficult for me.
And so I sit on the edge of this bed
as if it is the edge of a cliff
I look down to the floor
hundreds of feet below me
and i want to jump!
leap, in fact
into his awaiting arms....oh!
I just wonder...
will
he
catch
me?
