The Heart's Facade

Self perception is the veil
through which the courtyard walls do tell
of thin distrust our minds beguile,
the sense of self of rhyme and style.
A front pretend to heart descend
to never find it's valley,
by darting go from to and fro
back aisles and shade back alley.
Secret friend to us pretend
to know the tock that's ticking,
swiftly through this rendezvous
of self made walls conflicting.
Ashen piles for a million miles
too high for one's own viewing,
the veil does well to hide prevail
the thoughts of our undoing.

Like Snow

Falling through and careless
still I am what's been intended,
drifting on the wind and gone
not storied or pretended.
Meant to be the symphony
the dance on which I'm turning,
softly play my cares away
spin slow each moment learning.
If nothing more than falling for
this task I take to pleasure,
the moments from the sky
imply the gift we're meant to treasure.
Not gold nor wealth or richer self
come close to heights to climb,
be true to you if not then who
fall slow like snow take time.

The Dawn

Dawn breaks on storied morning
in certain hope I knew you'd come,
never once to you had doubt
belong to many, held by none.
Your grace is found as thoughts profound
come racing with your warming,
if hurt replace reverse erase
where hearts and minds were storming.
The promise of a shining chance
to dance through fields renewed,
no more a moment just for past
reborn refreshed unviewed.
The morning seen with newborn's eyes
the splendor gone replaced,
it happens every dawning day
as sunlight hits our face.

Vigilance

Darkened wine designed to find
the hiding for the vilest,
nothing more to spend abhor
that thing that doth defile us.
Vigilant I am in knowing
to where my bruising goes,
into a heart now purged of dark
where hope and love still grows.

Velvet Shroud

The veil of which we hide behind
that velvet shroud so thin,
a wall of certain lovelessness
consuming from within.
Moments such as these regard
those charred and slowly passed,
now but distant thoughts to feel
surreal and moving fast.
Melodic course disclosing
memories sparked back to existence,
a moment out behind the veil
short lived in love repentance.

Rebirth

Death and resurrection
reflection on relation,
water cleanses wash away
the scars of confrontation.
Born into a dying world
changed but gain not loss,
burdens left by laying down
and picking up your cross.

Fluid Motion

Superfluous fluidity
nature cycles through,
carnal knowledge holding sway
each day of what we do.
Behavior unrewarded
perhaps enlightened meditated,
either way from day to day
our purpose complicated.
Seasoned out of season
reasoned truths diminish doubt,
convince the cycle just stay still
reveal the real devout.
For nothing pauses motion
motion fluid as this is,
belong to one another
neither hers or neither his.