follow the moon (find him)

I will follow the moon until I find him
the one who haunts my dreams
he will light away my confusion
and reveal to me what it all means

He is Love, and he loves me
he is wise and his wisdom shines
He is honest, he is true
He is courage through and through

And I will follow the moon until I find him

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His honor shines from deep within
running through the veins beneath his skin

I will not break, I will only bend
This shattered heart will heal and mend

I will not weaken, I will  not wane
I will give my all to him again

And I will follow the moon until I find him

 

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I Used To Dream In You

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I used to dream in you,
swim in the sweetness dripping from your lips,
drown in its foaming effervescence.
Your heart was an open ocean in which I could drift,
cradled and fearless.
seeking adventure;
a voyager hungry for new discoveries.
Your open soul was as expansive as universes
holding all the stars and suns and milky ways and moons.. and constellations.

Your words fell as gentle as falling snow
and melted deep into the crevices
and recesses of my mind,
a light that found every corner of darkness
and illuminated it,
stretching it beyond any capacity it had ever known.

used to dreamI used to dream of you
of your giving spirit,
before it became as barren as the desert floor..
offering only mirages..
teasing like merciless vultures
feeding on the carrion of my desperate heart.

You stole my dreams of you,
a highwayman riding his horse of delusion;
wearing the garb of Lancelot
and the image of Dorian Gray.
You rode in from the sunset
haloed by a crimson dust,
bearing your concealed sword..

.. a sword that pierced the dreams of you,
pierced the golden sun to its core;
its light dimming and fading until it was no more.
and the air was filled with a gray, hot wind;
an inferno bearing through,
and carrying the putrid scent of confusion.

I used to dream.

 

 

Will You Stay?

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He held me in his arms..

.. and asked me if I would stay
while he worked on his troubled soul,
while he searched for the answers,
and his afflicted heart console.

His hand to the heavens,
he whirled in divine acceptance;
And while his form toiled for the worldly
he sought for grace and repentance.

He spends his nights in seeking
the clarity to his confusion.
And while I long to spend my days with him.
he longs for his seclusion.

Meanwhile, my heart is constantly aching
a physical pain that grips like vises;
but the idea of not being with him
it leaves my heart in slices.

He held me in a warm embrace..
.. and asked me, Will you stay?
From the tear running down his face
I knew I had to find a way.

His touch was firm and pleading
it lingered in an aching yearning,
I smiled tho my heart was bleeding
and nodded, as my eyes were burning.

His eyes were soft, gentle and kind,
I saw my reflection within an abysmal sea.
And I silently prayed
that among all he will find,
that he will still
See me.

In stillness I sought to find bliss
as I flow slowly through this longing,
Being present in all of  ‘this’
Finding solace and belonging.

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“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”
~ Oscar Wilde