Sunday, February 27, 2011

The Shadows

Shadows mock me from the wall,
the silence makes me want to hide.
There’s no one to save me from the fall
in the dark abyss that lies inside.

Inside of me many monsters dwell,
it is my shape they all form.
I wonder if I entered the very hell,
but this is just a reappearing storm.

Every time, I open a brand new door
it is a different me I see,
It's always one I’ve never seen before,
And one I don’t want to be.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Enchanted

When I first met you
the first thing I noticed were your eyes,
And as you walked up to me,
Looking in me, I was so mesmorized

Our first conversation went so fast
But somehow time felt so slow,
Because nothing else mattered
Like an opening act of a broadway show

It starred your eyes,
Brown, round and fair,
Accented by your smile
So gorgeous I can't compare.

As we sat in our chairs
And talked about so many things
I noticed a smile
And the same views on what life brings

You make a portrait of beauty,
A canvas so stunning,
I can't help but wonder,
What makes you so cunning.

You subdued me at first sight,
I can't help but fight,
These feelings of passion & warmth,
With wonder & delight

The way we look at each other
As if we just know,
That you like me
And I like you

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you



"That night was night was flawless, don't you let it go. I was wonderstruck, dancing all the way home. This is me praying that that was the very first page, not where the story line ends. I'll spend forever wondering if you knew that these were the words I held back as I was leaving too soon: I was enchanted to meet you"

Constancy

The day we met I saw the stars align
And heard a skylark sing about the moon;
His eager lips were sips of vintage wine,
To savour on a winter afternoon.

He painted leaves on every naked tree
And long dead roses bloomed beneath her gaze.
The copper shone despite the verdigris
On ancient roofs that rose above the haze.

And even now his radiance remains,
Like vintage wine he casts away the years.
Still eager lips can kiss away the pains,
His artists eyes disguise impending fears.

From when we met until I have to die
I'll bless the day he taught me how to fly.