- Books, Literature, and Writing
Just so you will hear me
So that you will hear me...
So that you will hear me, so my words will reach your height.
Sometimes my words morph into shapes you can recognize.
They were once trapped in my dark room, seeped into the walls...
They knew my sadness, truly, knew it more than you.
I watch my words from far away, dancing and diving,
And they look more like your words than mine.
I believe you are to blame... for prying open my heart,
Because you fill everything, everything.
Now you are there occupying my spaces, my sacred places.
So my words flee from my dark haven... seeking light.
And surface in ways you can reach them, touch them.
But no longer can I feel them on me.
Now I want you to hear my words of love, longing, and despair.
I want them to tell you what I long for you to hear.
And you have made them lighter...somehow effervescent.
Out of the quiet cavern of my thoughts, my words are now yours too.
In the Hurricane of My Dreams
Once I slept by your heart and gathered all its goodness to mine.
My darkness lifted when you touched me and to my core you found an entrance
It was not only I who clung to you as though you were life itself,
In your absence the horizon wavered, and the branches wept to the earth.
You breathe life into dying imaginations, and give hope to jaded souls.
Now alone in my cavern of thoughts, the mysteries overrun me.
Night invades my place on every hour, and watchful I must be.
I am no longer fueled by your immortal flame of love,
I am only heir to endless blackness and despair.
Without you, my path is shadowed, and my footsteps unsure.
In your dwelling, where you bend the light to suit you,
You twist the twilight into bold stars and sparks of sunset and of dawn.
All things come to you, unbidden, merely drawn by the force of radiance
I long to possess your truth that births all my soul seems to lack.
I crave your incandescence and the light of purity around you.
This beautiful anguish of my darkness covers like a heavy cloak
Alone with my vastness things come out of hiding in sweet dismay,
It calls to you, and you are drawn to my darkness as I am to your light
And that sadness of mine that you know so well from nights on the water,
Comes over you as I pull you into the hurricane of my dreams.