A tiny, perfect pixy
rests upon the petals of a flower.
The sun bathes her in a glow
and the air is warm around her.
Daintily she wakes,
rubbing sleep from leaf-green eyes.
The beauty of the kind spring day
lends pleasure to her sigh.
With a yawn she stretches
from her wingtips to her toes
and rise with a flitter
to leave her bed, the rose.
Thanks for showing me
what love is like.
Thanks for showing me
how to care.
Thanks for telling me
how special I am.
Thanks for promising
you'd always be there.
Thanks for not compromising,
made it hard to work things out.
Thanks for slipping away
like sand through a sieve.
Thanks for teaching me
how to deal with heartbreak.
Thanks for the promises
I never bothered to believe.
Sometimes I just want to fly
but then I look into your eyes
and I don't know why
but I stay down here with you.
Look at what you do.
If it hadn't been for you
I would have been halfway to the moon.
Take my hand
don't try to understand.
I can't leave you here,
feet on the ground,
to sink to the sand.
Come with me and fly.
I was born in a city so like a suburb
afloat without its urban anchor,
full of cookie-cutter people
living white-bread lives.
But I was the imperfect child,
debilitated by fever as an infant.
Forced to live in relative silence,
Like an awkward outcast
among people who always seemed to know
who they were
and where they were going.
But now I am able to look at life
and the see the joy in it,
and find where I belong.
No longer lost at sea
far from shore.
I have bridged the gap
and life is good.
A match flares in the darkness
and falls to the floor
Fingers of bright flame creep
across the cold, black stone,
throwing shadows on the wall
and warming the heart of the marble
like a lover's embrace
But with no fuel to sustain its passion
and no fond embrace in return
the red flame slowly dies
into a gray puff of smoke,
and the marble is left to cool alone
with only the faint scent of burning
lingering in the air
Thoughts escape into the night air
crying out, is anyone there?
Desperation, pent-up frustration,
The mind's own violent mutilation
carried through to the things you do
Now you are laying, suspended in pain
that sick smile on your face again
I thought we chased this person away
from the dark of night and light of day
The turmoiled emotions you express
hiding the reasons for your distress
The many escapes you try to use,
the body you abuse
Your body can't take much more,
your body is tired, cold, and sore
Let me know how to help you
how to stop the things you do
I look at you and all I see
is my reflection looking back at me.
Your cruel lips curve
like a longbow.
Foul words feather your arrows.
Your ammunition against
pain and heartbreak.
But love has stormed your defenses,
slipped past the barriers you've
placed in it's path
to set a flaming torch
to your passion.
The fortress housing your heart
but still you fight,
never willing to surrender.
Determined to be
love's last martyr.
Traveling down the road of Life
Cruise control set at sixty-five
Radio blasting but you're still all alone
Open your doors to highhikers wandering the highway
Company for the never-ending drive
You laugh and share Life stories
As the scenery speeds by
Pick up a couple others
The more, the merrier the crowd
Driving along, windows rolled down
Pull into a pit stop
There ain't many on this road
You may lose a couple travellers
That's just the way Life goes
Keep them with you while you can
While you travel this road
Some aren't worth your time
Just leave them on the curb
Their rides are out there soomewhere
You don't need them by your side
Keep on treating wanderers to a ride
If you are lucky you'll find one
With the same destination in mind
These are the true friends
And loved one you must hold
Pass through Life together
As you travel this old road
Your rapier grin sinks beneath my skin
and slides into my veins
Passion courses through me
and the darkness closes in
My knees begin to tremble,
my words fade to a sigh
Your very lips upon my neck
make me high
Your hands caress my curves
pull me close, pull me down
into the depths of your