You play with my heart strings
Tangling them into an unrecongizable mass.
Every attempt to untangle the mess
That you so graciously have given me
Gets me deeper, lost within the depths of my heart.
That moment that you realize,
Just how precious every second is.
And in your mind you try to visualize,
The odds of you being like this.
It is true everything happens for a reason,
If you take the time to look back and see,
Why each moment had it's season.
What are the odds that you would end up with me?
It's almost scary when you know,
That single action, that had you done differently,
None of the way your life is now would be a go.
Just that one moment that sticks out so blatantly.
So each decision must be wise,
For any single one, could lead to your demise.
Glancing at these hands that are mine
I'm bewondered as I stare
With these hands I can build a wall
around the gardens I hold dear
But with these hands I can tear them down
leaving not a single brick unturned
With these hands I bring life or death
What I give Your eyes discern
So I glance at these hands of mine
ignorant to what they do
I notice not if they break or build
Not knowing the fate they lead me to
Why do I keep it all locked inside?
I want to let it out, let go.
The feelings trapped inside burn me,
From the inside in.
They never get to come out and play,
Perhaps they will, but not today.
My soul cannot learn to trust,
It does not listen to my heart;
My heart is saying to listen and believe,
My soul whispers it lies,
In hopes that the threat will leave;
But it won't, and it scares my soul.
As my heart learns to love,
The soul, my soul,
Is trying, always trying,
To hide me from the world.
Up and up we fly,
Far away, into the sky;
We live our life,
Wandering free,
Among the clouds,
Looking down upon thee.
A glimpse into your life,
As we pass by.
Glancing into your window,
And seeing the treasure hidden inside.
The stars upon your walls,
Twinkling, they cast light across the room.
A pause to admire, then we fly,
Back to our nests, nestled against the sky.
The Path We Walk by Faraday-of-Skarabost, literature
Literature
The Path We Walk
Can you tell where the time has gone?
I'm not sure what's going on
How did I let the time pass me by?
I don't know which direction to go
Only that I have to take that first step
Leave the pain and sorrow behind
Keep an eye on the distant light
As I free my soul from a self-built prison
Sentenced to carry burdens that were never mine to claim
Their words won't bind me now
At last I see
I can't keep living in lost yesterdays
Held captive by the ghosts of my memories
Now I've taken away their power over me
Finally free to be who I was meant to be
I'm looking toward the future
Keeping a distant eye on that horizon
But I hav
I love the philosophy
behind the four elements
so lacking but so perfect in many ways
I love the wind
so perfectly playful
beyond my reach of my grasp
I love the ocean
it's powerful currents
directs me to be who I already am
I love the fires
that sear within
they burn all my faults away
I love the earth
so perfectly peaceful
it nurtures beauty at natures whim
I love the elements
that somehow explains
enough of everything to stay sane