Found in the desert

Barefooted and alone
I walk in the desert.
Tears streaming down my face.
Salty.
Hot.
Stirring in the earth.
The night is cold and the winds blow strong.
Still the star shines on.
Guiding me home.
Bringing me closer to you.

When I’m alone
And no one cares.
When the weight of the world
Barrows into my soul.
Sores amount my barren lips
Still you light the path.
Bringing me home,
stirring my heart
Drawing me to your arms.

Prostrating on the ground.
No one is around.
I let my broken.
Beaten.
Soul.
Be set free from my bonds.
Bringing me to feet.
Bringing me to quench dry heart.
And refresh my soul.

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Begin again

Lines,
I’ve lived meaningless lines and lines.
None had brought me comfort,
But by the weight of your hands.

Time,
And time had passed.
Each flicker another,
And yet your love still remains.

It wasn’t you who left me in the shadows.
In the wings I had hid instead.
You had created me out of darkness,
For the greater stuff I was to bear.

I ran away from your glory,
yet still within me,
Inside me, you remained,
Still remain.

I could run in circles
And circle back to the beginning,
Where you’ll find me,
Where I’ve always been waiting.

Knowing of your love.
Known that I’ve been loved.
I’m covered in your blood.
Bathed, drenched in your tears.

Magnify in me,
Let your light shine.
Rectify the darkness,
That I might shine from within.

The pony

Round and around.
Up and down.
She goes in a merry
She yearns to be freed from this monstrosity that chains and binds her so.

A pony on a carousel.
Her plastic mane a frozen beauty.
Her load always changing.
Dressed magnificently.
In diamonds.
In gold.

Up and down.
Up and down.

She can never be freed.

A pony destined like her brothers and sisters.
Chained to eternity.
Locked behind closed doors.

Came a dark night.
So dark the moon could not be seen.

A figured man came and released her.
A pony that wanted to be freed,
thought she could finally be freed.
Watched as he laid her on the floor.
A glistering sparkly pony.

He took his carving knife and she knew.

She could never be ridden no more.

Make time

Make time to hold the one you love.

To fill your heart with joy
To write a sonnet.
To sip on ice tea.
To bask in the after glow of love.
To kiss a cubby baby’s cheeks.
To tickle a belly.
To smell the pansies.

Make time to fall in love again.
To scribble a love note.
To have a warm shower,
To smile at someone.
Kiss a friend or foe goodbye.
Sing a lullaby.

Make time to remisine.
To cook pasta.
To share it’s sauce.
Hand make your meatballs.
Take time to mess that up.

Take time to dress up
Time time to undress.
To dream.
To sketch.
Scratch that.

Take time to head to the woods.

Adventure begins.