Second sight
I twirled and rolled and twisted
I jumped and dragged and fought
...
I'm going from day to day in the dark,
I reach out blindly to save my face,
But neglected, however lightly, to lace
My fingers and close my arms.
...
This is the place that I love the best,
A bit of brown skin hands strong and tough,
Hid among the see of faces and voices
...
To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To tangle and to talk
Till the bright day is gone.
...
While on my lonely life I travel
I seldom feel myself alone,
For images fill my minds eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
...
Eyes so golden brown,
A face full of laugh lines,
Hands so strong and kind.
He's a lover of life a believer
...
I am lost
I sit on my bed and cry
Tears are not my first choice
But see I am lost
...
Do you now know too much
Are you comfortable in your skin
When we began...
All the words were fed
...
There's a special kind of thought that comes
when I think about you, my father....
Thinking about all the butterflies and bright mountains we've seen together
Brings a place of peace and safety found only with you.....
...
Your soul is so soft
So protected and hidden
It is for one and only one
Can I find it and be the one....
...
Come, my love, let us walk
In the moon that beckons us
To cement our love in movement
Heedless of the world
...
What if the world was crazy and I was sane
Would it be so strange
The thing I'm saying
I am - part of you - and you of me
...
Second Sight
Second sight
I twirled and rolled and twisted
I jumped and dragged and fought
But the path was faded, dark
Too overgrown, I couldn't see
I groped along finding my way
Stumbling along cursing the day
Why was I hear why was I born
what did this path have for me
I was never clean, the dirt of life
Clung to me, the choices and
Rocks had left their marks
But I had left mine too
Not good not clean
Marks that hurt and stung
Ones I never looked back to see
Blinded by my own mind
Then one day, light burst forth
Giving sight to what was long unseen
I cowered and hid....what trickery is this
Yet the flame burned inside me
Closed eyes could still see
The light had burned in me
I continued on stumbling along
Peaking behind a half cocked eye
On one such peak shock
Shook me to my very core
Outside the path of dark and weeds
A meadow bright, calling me
And as a first.... I stood still
Pondering this new sight
Was there more beyond this path
The dark overgrown I'd always seen
One small step, stumble free
Brought me to see the sight of life anew
A vision of wonder and green
Light and bright clear and free
I left behind all I ever comprehended
The way to go so overgrown
I knew then without doubt,
I drift, en route a new sight for me
Escape for myself
In haste I'm already striding
Only know where I'm at
Not where I'll be, but I can finally see
But am I running from that... I cannot
back to dark and dirt is not the way
Struggling to put one foot in front
The way now so clear the path so bright
And still I follow my less perilous path
To wherever it might be leading.
And well it may, onto something new,
And strangely more inviting.'