The Heart Speaks Many Words

What does the heart say to you?

Hands entwined, facing a world unknown,
Terminus at every corner, a boundary at every door.
To step into the light and chase away the shadows.


I'll walk with you the lonely roads, holding together your ragged seams,
Chasing away the nightmares that plague you in your waking dreams.
Wiping the tears from your face and throwing them into the sky,
Swashing the night canvas with the rainbows of your eye.

Holding your heart in my hands, fragile as a melting snowflake,
My breath on your neck, lips near ears, so afraid you'll break,
Kissing your eyelids and hushing the loud noises of the world,
To watch the blooming of a delicate flower, or a bright flag unfurled.

Notes of a swelling chorus, playing a melody on my heartstrings,
A rising flood of emotions, with piercing sharp pangs and stings,
Wounded by your whispering voice and the touch of your hands,
Trapped forever in an endless hourglass, beneath the falling sands.

And now the frozen, lifeless land has begun to bloom once more,
Bringing the pained and broken spirit back to the way it was before,
The ice of solidarity drips from my skin, the frost from yours,
Thin rivulets of flowing water erasing all the earthly sores.

Catching the music spun by the soul in clear jars made of love,
Hands clutched tightly together with the strength of a soaring dove,
Sewn together with the stitches of laughter, and held by a single pin,
Hope and grace so pure, in souls united, untouched by the hand of sin.

And now, rising to the finale, a crashing crescendo of pain forgot,
One soul in two bodies, the greatest miracle that loving God has wrought,
And even as the chorus fades, the music softens and rises above,
And finally, we're flying on the beautiful wings of love.

This is Not a Love Story

May 27, 2008

Have you ever been in love?

The terror of eternity in a single touch,
Changing noble independence into twisted reliance,
Like a subtle kiss from a whispering vampire,
Bit through the heart and wounded beyond repair.

A promise of loving large, but hurting large,
Struggling for words like a drowner for air,
Chained together so that any short absence
Tears mercilessly and painfully at the strings.

The red-tinged stain of broken hearts, rejected,
Crushed underfoot like a small and fragile flower,
Eating into hearts, dissolving inhibitions,
And grinning with smiles of fearful longing.

More afraid of change than destruction,
Hearts held hostage by the cruelest of masters,
Taking off masks with a soft, cold hand,
Stealing away time like a thief in the night.

Burning lips, minds, hearts and thoughts,
Twisted, distracted, paranoid and afraid,
So simple a phrase, "Maybe we could just be friends,"
Brings the world crashing down on the knees of hope.

High Heels

When life gets tough,
There's only so much we can do to survive.

If you stumble, take off your high heels.
Take my hand and follow me into places where your mind says no.
Cast aside the image society has forced you to wear.
Turn off your cell phone, hang up your designer jacket.
Wipe the makeup from your face and see with clear eyes,
Unclouded by media and the masses, and look on life unblinking.
Listen to my voice, not as a person but as an idea,
And leave aside all the things that aren't you.
Shatter the image you present to the world,
Bare the soul within, and show me who you really are.
Tear away the pretty gift wrap and open your heart,
Because it's not what's on the outside that counts to me.
A touch between hands is fragile enough, and ends in time,
But a connection between hearts and minds is forever.
So take away what you're not and leave only what you are,
Mind, Body and Soul united in beauty unsurpassed.

Alone

If I die before I wake,
My soul to lose, or is more at stake?
In my mind the crying masses
Touch my body as it passes.

And as it drops there's not a sound
Just a whisper as it hits the ground.
Words are passed, memories shared,
"He was so young, I wasn't prepared."

All my friends go home in tears,
and leave me be, beyond earthly fears.
But life is much more harsh than this:
Men die alone, no one last kiss.

No hand to hold, no one beside,
Just the emptiness they feel inside.
No one to mourn, no grave to mark,
Their resting place far in the dark.

As time goes on, they fade as well,
No memories on which to dwell.
Unremembered, and unrecalled,
Discarded, trashed and uninstalled.