Ophelia's blog: "My Poetry"

The first time that I saw you I felt as if I’d known you Perhaps another time or place You make me want to hold you I see the words you’ve never spoken The thoughts you leave behind Traces of a different place And of another time You have a soft and gentle side The one you hide from others The side that should remain unshown Should they ask? Don’t bother It wouldn’t matter, you’d never tell The things you’ve heard and seen The people that you knew before And the time spent in between I long to crawl inside your head When I touch your outer shell To caress you and to care for you And save you from this hell From this cold and dark uncaring world This evil place where we all must live I want to take you from this place And remind you how to give To give your fears to another soul To let them crawl inside That deepest darkest place in you Where your psyche runs to hide I’d like to touch the deepest inner you When I look into your eyes I see someone that was left behind Whose lost and hidden…but I still hear your cries

In this book, my heart it lies Please don’t tear the pages Tread upon it tenderly It’s been with me for ages. No fortunes you will find within Only thoughts and hopes and dreams Possibly two parables And my inner most schemes I tried to print it clear enough For just a few to read Not him or her or everyone Just those who have a need So, if you hold this in your hands My heart it goes with you And with every page that you may turn with my love it comes to you

I woke with you on my mind I laid in bed and watched you Wandering, at first it seemed aimlessly Then I saw you were searching I came from the shadows and asked ‘What is it you seek like a thief?’ You turned and smiled, a twinkle in your eye ‘Never a thief, I want you to give it to me willingly’ ‘and I think you keep what I want here’ I looked around at the clutter I keep inside Files, papers, memories, hopes, dreams Nothing shiny or bright in this corner of my mind No baubles, everything was covered in dust Then I saw your hand resting on a tiny box Scarred, ragged, tarnished a homely looking thing But my breath caught in my throat For in that box laid the most valuable treasure I own The key to my heart