Rush Hour
traffic is stop and go
horns honking like mad geese
windows down in the heat
choice words said in anger
social fingers signal
suddenly my lane clears
A rose quartz guiding light,
that stylus
clears.
"The sun itself sees not till heaven clears."
- W. Shakespeare
The sun sees not till heaven clears
So clear your sky for sunny day
Tame your worries and face your fears
For faith is near for those who pray
Make your pain, your deepest sorrow
Shun the path of your tomorrow
You want a moment
To take a breath
I said I’d wait for you
But you up and left
I’m back to chasing shadows
Running from the light
Can’t stop the bleeding
It’s a product of oversight
If the pieces break
Can you force them back together
Is there soup for the soul
That’ll make my heart feel better
Bottleneck caught the promises
Straining the lies
Not much left to work with
Eventually I’ll come down from the highs
Can I get a hit
To get from night to day
The chains are pulling
Cause it’s so hard to stay away
J-ust after the deep darkness
O-f the night has gone by;
S-un is smoothly rising,
E-mitting rays from the sky.
M-onth of February this year,
I-n the nineteenth break of day;
L-et the twilight vanish;
A-llow the dusk to fade away.
N-ew dawn is now shining on the view above the ground;
O-ne moment filled with fun as the joy is roaming around.
J-ust before the bash begins, take a look at this verse;
R-ead the thought within, the message clears the mess.
War creates true pain
The clanging of gunshots
Silence thereafter...
He's the reason I smile while I'm waking up
With his sweet words from the night before
In my heart; and in my mind, continued dreams
Roll on, and my spirit can soar.
He's the warmth deep within, and my tingling skin
Speaks how I never wanted anyone so much
As him; Nothing else matters when I am in
His arms. He had me at the very first touch.
He's the feeling I really could be beautiful,
That I matter, and that I am free
To choose my dreams, my destiny and my path
Knowing he would still walk with me.
He's the protection I needed to bring real peace
To my heart, and quiet my chaos of fears;
The inspiration to be a better person, and cease
Doubting myself. And so the mist clears.
He's the thought that brings hope when a hard day
Comes, and the song in my soul that grows;
I love that this man I admire and adore
Cares right back, and makes damn sure it shows.
But more than all this - he adds light to my light
And it blazes fierce when we're apart.
He is the man who holds me close each night
Whether in his arms, or in his heart.
Copyright (c) Silverla StMichael 25th May 2010
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