Symbols

When in my hands
The satiny black flower lies
It calls to a deeper side of my soul
That can appreciate it's infinite beauty
When on my fingers the thorns
Must rest, the pain of puncture
Is but nil compared to
The loveliness of it's soul
Sitting and staring
Convinced I'm doomed to insanity
Neverending
But what can be so morbid of a flower?
That lies quiet and still
And shines in the night?
Yet it seems to call to my mind
Like an ancient magick long forgotten
Old and wise like time itself




My Love

His face like the sun
His eyes like the sky
I know he's the one
Do I need to know why?

His touch is like fire
My soul's finally free
He lights my desire
Every time he holds me

But we are torn apart
And fight I will
To follow my heart
In the night so still

Until the day arrives
When we can be one
Together for the rest of our lives
We'll greet the morning sun