Nov 04 2008
Give your troubles to me
my friend
let me tend them
for a while
Close your eyes
Set your mind to roam free
my friend
let it wander the stars
and dance the skies
Rest your head on my shoulder
my friend
that is what it is for
The worries can wait
there behind the door
Give your troubles to me
my friend
because I’m stronger
than you, today
let them go far, far away
copyright 2008
(for mh)
May 21 2008
(for my friend. sarah)
sleep doesn’t come
dreams are villians
that cut deep
with all the fears
that slumber until
roused from darkness
time does not move
a standing sentry
poising over expectations
that will not be recognized
prayers are not answered
angels swirl between the pleas
candles beckon & flicker in supplication
the alms are not enough
hope wears a black shroud
hiding in the shadows
afraid to be itself
leery of disappointing
life twitters on about you
but does not include your presence
in its endless dance
taunting you with sparks of other lives.
copyright 2008
Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.
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