~Poetry and other mind scribbles~

(small word of caution: I am not a poet, nor ever claimed to be)

Upon the world I look around. From outside myself, I'm looking down. I alone stand in the light. Stumbling through a land of night. There's a place inside my mind. Where the sun it always shines. There I go to hide away. As the darkness takes the day. And like a child curled up in fear. My secret place no one will share. For I'm alone while in a crowd. Silently I scream out loud. And no one hears me start to die. Nor even stops to wonder why. My light that fades they can not see. That specialness that made me, me.

In tones of grey the wild one speaks, across the distant shore. The moon upon the lake it trembles, waiting for what's in store. The crys ring out once again, from deeper in the wood. A call to chill all those who hear, not to be understood. It draws you near while pushing you back, it consumes the very soul. Throughout the night it cuts the silence, lonely echos roll..... Crys fill the air, the darkened air, the chase has just begun. Life is full of give and take, before the rising of the sun. Hunger takes over all command, no more of black and white. The wild one moves in with it's band, everything is night. Sweat and fear, eyes opened wide and holding nothing back. All time stands still, oh the thrill, with the climbing of the pack. Higher, Higher till the morn, the kill is made at last. Freedom once again is born, the darkness fills the past.

Amist the black and sultry night. Two lovers escape the earth in flight. Their souls they soar, but as one. The dance of them, the steps begun. In a breath, the world turns blind. A passion burns, one heart, one mind.

Twirling, swirling through the mirk, hands lifted to the grey. Natures materpeice of work, the begining of a day.

The moon burns cold it's passions spent, true love has been denied. Forever more to dance alone across the star filled sky.

Upon the moon in skips and twirls are the footsteps of my mind~

I can picture me in love gracefully dressed in silken glove. Across a table from him I sit, the only light is candle lit. We two we eat without a word,   music through the dim is heard. I can see me glowing bright, beautifully covered in flowing white. Apon a darkened floor we dance, giving us, the truest chance. He whispers sloftly in my ear, telling me the words I need to hear. Later when he walks me home, through moonlit trails we slowly roam. Then with a kiss he says goodbye, and as he leaves I softly sigh. My hearts own wish has come to pass, Never alone will I be, at last.

~written at age fifteen~