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What are you waiting for?
When rainfall comes
And nourishes needed life
Why am I left alone?
Within this meadow of unseen light..
For I wish to feel nourishment too,
But I have not touched the beauty,
That bliss.. Earth has bestowed upon you..
For each new day which dawns
I watch the sun, slowly fading away,
Leaving over horizon, Hope is gone
The promise of tommorrow, left today
Gone with all the light;
memories once cherished a time
Now that I wither in shadows of despair;
I am exiled of all the feelings,
I cannot find..
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Into another sunset,
I watched harmony fade with a day
And just when I thought;
Light of a suns salvation would touch me..
That dream too, has all but withered away
Of desolate darkness,
Seemingly all I have ever known..
Though with hope still awaiting sunlight
To free from the foundation of sorrow
Stemming from roots of a pain I've sown
And yet beauty once beheld me,
A flourishment of color in bloom of the time,
Now withered and weakened in loss
Black decaying petals remain..
Now fear of death and lost hope.... all mine
But I shall not wither away eternally
As I leaf a part of flourish behind
One day these rains shall fall
And under light of the sun
Noursih a new beginning for I...
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I want to believe in a joy that has no end
Of a love that believes in me completely
Within a heart extending warmth,
Beyond the comfort felt by friends
I want to believe in change
A transformation from the pain inside
I wish to believe I can reach illuminating light
And break through this shadow of person kept inside
But belief is just an ideal..
I am an archer with arrows aiming high
For a life fullfilled with Love..
Beyond reach of a target hidden through time..
Yet I continue to believe it exists
Seeking the beautiful soul that shall guide me
With caring heart and patience
To free me of Life like this..
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~Restless Reflection~
when night befalls light of a day
why does the mind wake up..
and drown me in restless thoughts
until the idea of sleep itself
has become my only dream...
Where feelings canvas the blanket of sight
And rest is but a brushed broad stroke
Across an unfinished painting
From the palette of artistic insomnia
I am tired of awaiting this dream..
Of a Love that lives within it so lucidly
Its warmth can be felt through enveloping darkness
And radiate its light... to fill the in betweens
What fire burns so fierce
Its essence keeps a life from dying out
Yet consumes the air of my every breath
Until all I wish to do...
Is drown it out?
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