The Reason

The Reason

You ask me why I love.
You ask me why I dream.
You ask me why I hope.
There is only one reason why.

One voice holds the thread of my existence.
One gaze holds my passions unfurled.
One touch fills my soul with completion.
One love is my reason for being.

This man so humble and loving,
Gave, to me, his life.
Trusting and gentle,
He sees all that I can be.

This bond between us
Grows stronger each moment.
Our destinies entwined,
We are now and forever one.

Freedom and Safety

You walk in, and the air is cool and crisp. Everything is silent. The only sound you hear is your own footsteps padding down the carpeted aisles. The seats are empty. They look soft and inviting, but you don’t sit down. You walk down, front row and center, looking only at a bare stage. Only the house lights are on. You close your eyes for a moment to deeply inhale this enchanting atmosphere. Then, you make your way up to stand on the stage, down stage center. You look out at the empty house. There is only you. Within a moment, your arms are spread out and you spin in circles. You can do anything. You stop and smile as you catch your breath. Then you lie down, center stage. All you see are the stage lights staring down at you. They won’t shine, but they see you. You see them too. You smile at each other. The house lights dim and the spot is on you. The warmth of that light makes you feel like you’re floating. Your arms are again stretched out to your sides like you could fly. Here, in this place, anyone can be who they want. They can do anything. Now, there is only you. You have no memory of who you were before you were here. There is no thought of after. You are here in the middle of this magical world. You are lost in time. Untouchable. All is clear. The only reality is what you make. The possibilities are endless. Which one will you choose?

Home

Home

My home is filled with dancing light.
It's warmth is carried in an embrace.
It's language is poetry,
Filled with music.

My home is suspended in time,
And spans across the world.
I find my home in many places:
A drainage tunnel, a carousel,
A computer screen, a park,
Or any chosen hotel.

My home is filled with love and hope.
It means the world to me.
There, with my family, lives a bond
Full of strength and possibility.

Each person brings a different light.
They are found along the way
In different parts of life.

I cannot truly tell you all there is to know,
So that you could believe.
I will only say that it exists, and
I am grateful to have found
My place in its circle.

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

You’re not the man I thought you were.
You’re not the boy either.
I’m not the woman you thought I was.
I’m not the girl either.

We are somewhere in between,
Where our fears are as large as our dreams.
We are different novels
Sharing one chapter.

You fill me with anger and sadness.
You fill me with wonder and joy.
It’s hard for me to accept that these things
Are necessary for me to grow.

I’ve learned so much about you,
And so much more about myself.
I hope that in this give and take
You can appreciate what is left.

It’s strange to know how two paths meet,
And merge for a girl and a boy.
We tied a knot that marked us,
Before the thread of our lives divided.

I cannot reflect without emotion.
You do not reflect at all.
I wonder when you will notice
We were a reason, a season, not a lifetime.

My heart cries for you to move,
And not stand in a selective past.
I wish for you to feel the joy
Of a new vision and wisdom.

Yet, there you sink in the sand
On the foundation we carelessly formed.
I’m building on a stone of ambition,
With knowledge and hope at my aid.

Come to the light, and shed all the pain.
This was not your dream.
I could not nourish your soul.
We deserve the chance to be fulfilled.

Isn't it funny?

Isn’t it funny?

Isn’t it funny how we promised things
That never would come true?
Isn’t it funny how I love who I am
When I’m not with you?

Isn’t it funny how you play at solitaire
With the cards for match game?
Isn’t it funny how I stop and stare
Whenever I hear your name?

Isn’t it funny how you begged me to write
Just one poem so our love would live on?
Isn’t it funny how my muse was asleep,
And she’s awake now that you’re gone?

Road Trip

Road Trip

I’ve taken what you’ve given me,
And given in return.
I’ve shared my fears,
Let you dry my tears,
When all I wanted was to run.

I’ve confronted all your demons,
And held you close at heart.
We found out what we dreamed
Wasn’t quite what it seemed.
That was the time we grew apart.

Now I’m left with the memories,
While you still wonder why.
It is all so clear
That what we had in a year,
Was just a tiny piece of the pie.

I turn down a new road,
While you pass the “dead end” sign.
We’re not alone,
We’re just on our own.
You were never mine.

What You Leave Behind

What you leave behind

I find myself
Bathed in your warmth,
Tended by your lips.

I find myself
Excited by your smile,
Cradled in your hands.

I find myself
Lulled by our dreams,
Singing with your laughter.

I find myself
Exhausted with your passion,
Concerned for your need.

I find myself
Chasing your nightmares,
Holding you down.

I find myself
Afraid of answers,
Confronting your denials.

I find myself
Staring at the empty spaces,
Shedding tears for memories.

I find myself
On a new journey,
But I don’t find you.