"Time With You"

Time With You

Drag my fingers through the sand

Pass the time in to your hands

Create a place to shelter with you

Time creates the vessel

We shall flow her winding movements

As time drifts with us

Find the way we always were

As time drifts with us

Find the way we always are

As time drifts with us

Find a way to hold on tight

Taking time to make it real

Feel your touch

Grip and peel back the shadows

Find the light in the darkness

Find the future

As time drifts with us

Find the way we always were

As time drifts with us

Find the way we always are

As time drifts with us

Find a way to hold on tight

Drag my fingers through the sand

Pass the time in to your hands

Create a place to shelter with you

Time creates the vessel

We shall flow her winding movements

Find the future with you

"In The Twilight"

I have been wanting to post this poem for quite some time but have been very apprehensive to doing so as I don't wish for it to be completely misunderstood.  So at my friends advice I am adding this little disclaimer to the top!! Ha!!

This poem has nothing to do with vampires, creatures of the night or the Twilight Series of books... but I hope you like it just the same!! ;)

IN THE TWILIGHT

In the twilight

You stand

In my twilight

You live

The moon so bright

I can almost see

Through you

I begin to fear

You’re not real at all

You try to

Soothe

My fraying edges

Bring me peace

When no one can

You laugh at

My mischievous eyes

We hold so tight

The day is coming

The sun is rising

You burn away

Like the morning dew

No longer with you

In the twilight

We stand

In the twilight

We are one

"We Linger"

 WE LINGER

 Do I feel the way I always felt?

 Are the lips that touch my neck still felt?

 Do I hear the words that I once knew?

 To touch, embrace, my soul. Can I hear you?

  

 Your fingers dance

 Like steam across my skin

 Your eyes burn through me

 Past the tales I could tell

  

 Beyond my sense of reason

 We lie, We linger

"Breathe"

BREATHE


I’m gonna breathe a sigh
Run my fingers across your lips
Breathe a sigh
Your hands upon my hips
Breathe a sigh
Your eyes still glisten
From the tears you cried
Breathe a sigh
In peace for a short time

I’m gonna breathe a sigh
Hold you close beneath the sheets
Breathe a sigh
I taste you, so sweet
Breathe a sigh
Feel the heat of your skin
As our bodies lie together
Breathe a sigh
In peace for a short time

I’m gonna breathe a sigh
Follow the lines my lips trace
Breathe a sigh
My hair falls upon your face
Breathe a sigh
Listen to the whispers
Of peace in your eyes
Breathe a sigh
In peace for a short time

"Show Me"

SHOW ME

I need to find a way
To occupy my mind
To unbury the passion
I know exists deep inside
The vehicle I drive
Of flesh and bone
Distracts me from
My clearest path
Pollute my inner self
Show me clearly
The understanding I lack

Sip of wine
Warms my veins
Clears my mind
Of worries I create
Distract me for a while
So I can feel
Where I need to be
Until I burn again
Burn alive
In the problems I create

To boldly go... or go quietly into the night?

I have spent far too many years looking back. The past can be difficult to let go of. It is safe, it is bold, it is young. It is everything we wanted to be but somehow forgot along the way. It is much easier to look back and ridicule yourself for the choices you have made then it is to pick up the pieces and simply move on.

I need to move on. I sit and look back at drawings and paintings and think of how I could have improved since then. I look at the dates in the signatures almost as punishment, a slap on the wrist for the years that have passed.

I need to start again. I need to put aside everything and start again... learn again. I picked up a paint brush a few weeks back to repaint a giant bunny named Kenny that I had made several years ago for my rescue. I felt more at peace than I have in a long time. Kenny isn't anything special, nothing brilliant or profound but it didn't matter - I was happy.

I have come to realise over the past few months how little anyone really knows me and maybe it is time that changed. About 4 1/2 years ago I start writing, sometimes I wrote a lot. Very few people even know this and I think it's time that changed as well... as terrified as I am to do so - it is time. I plan to start painting again, I would like to share that with you and occasionally throw in something from my past as well.