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?