Only the MoonOnly the MoonI want, I wish, I wait for something to happen to me.Time moves slowly, at others I blink and wonder where it went.Did I miss it?Am I waiting for something to come that already has?Was it someone?People pass in and out of my life.Some more quietly than others.A few even left their mark.Is that it?What am I waiting for?I am distant from those closest to me.Am I protecting them?Or me?Only at night do I feel a sense of peace.Or something close to it.A sense of being watched settles on meAlong with a slight dizziness.There she is.My constant.The one who has never let me down.Nor I her.At times she has even made me feel strong.Or beautiful.What _am_ I waiting for?Maybe to find another soul I recognize.One who understands how this all feels,To be alone in a crowded roomTo hurt and not always know whyTo see problems as puzzles and feel aNeed to solve them or helpEven though it may be rejected.One who can see and feel the music in evenThe most mund
HomemakerI build homesThat bear no wallsMore than just shelterBut a place to healI am the shouldersStrong enoughTo carry your loadArms always openTo comfortEars always readyTo hear of your woesHands that are meantTo wipe away tearsLips that tell truthsYou needed to hearAnd some you wouldRather they didn'tThe sanctuaryTo unburden your soulNo one is everTurned awayLong, long after you leaveI will always be here to provideFor needs you were not awareThat you neededIf onlyYou will allow meI ask for nothing backIn returnHereYou will alwaysBe welcome
VacancyWandering hallsIn my house of dreamsNever used items laying dormantBoxes stackedReach toward the ceilingNot sure if the are coming or goingBooks piled upNear shelves never hungAn empty bedNo one has slept inLimp lace panelsBlow in a breezeComing from the open doorNo one will walk throughShadows danceUpon the wallsMocking the life never lived hereSmall black catCurled up on the porchA place at the tableSet for one
hope risesBrittle grass, cold windI shiver, but I'm not aloneEarly stage of a waning moonWatchesAs I lift my hand up toward the skyMy palm begins to tinglePhantom fingers twine with mineI am not sure if I have ever heldOr even know this handBut it fits perfectly with mine
The NamelessThe nameless oneThat prowls my dreamsAt times, appearing while awakeWith touch that leaves me longingA presence that makes me shyMy heart overflowing with guiltFor a face I love and know so well
RainThe sky weeps forthe sins I've committedin my mindif nowhere elseDo not judge me,for I've not actedon a oneYet.This is my favorite weather.