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If I could dare for just a day

To feel your touch on my face,

My eyes I would close in a daze,

Safely lost in your embrace.



If I could dare then I would

Feel your gentle lips on mine,

Let the fears be subdued,

Let love loose with a sigh.



In weakness strength find

To go back our separate ways;

After discovering love inside,

Can we keep it from the sun rays?...

After the Wind

The sun sets and slowly the dark comes,

With it all the fears that keeping away I try.

The memories and lies, all in one sum,

And the struggle to leave it all behind.



There’s a storm coming and it has my name,

Will it destroy or renew, it must be seen,

Will we walk further or stay the same,

For the day ahead and for you I keep aching...



The wind whips me with its gusts and sand,

The pain on the skin becomes the pain within.

Will the storm cease now on my command,

Will the answers reach me with the wind.



The season will again change with time,

The times will change when is season.

A storm will hit again this heart of mine,

And after the wind I’ll search for the reasons.

Battered

Remember the morning, when love came again?

I turned it away, afraid of the pain.

Remember the flower that bloomed and grew?

I let it die before it could heal.



Remember the joy that knocked on my door?

It turned and left, after waiting until four.

Remember the stars that we gazed upon?

Now the sky is all empty, they are all gone.



The one that wants to be reached must stand up

As the well by the rain is filled up.

Loving again requires courage and trust,

As it does scaring away old ghosts.



And then again and once again light will shine,

Like grape vines covering the soil once dried.

And from mud spat and grainy sand

Love will build up a battered man.

Churning Seas

Answers I sought in a cold, lonely night,

My heart freezing with the morning dew.

The dreams dispersed by the candle light,

As was the innocence of my youth.



The birds flew north for the summer,

And I was stuck in the same place.

Tried to hold on, to be saner,

Keeping all under the surface.



But it was summer, hurricane season,

And a storm came churning the sea.

The fierce winds had their reasons,

And my emotions churned for me to see.



Broken trees and broken promises,

That’s what is left to be dealt with.

The lessons learned, the ones missed-

The wind brought up from underneath.

Clock Ticking

The coat that I was wearing,

In the light autumn wind,

Was I really wearing it,

Or was it wearing me?



The clock that was ticking,

When the lights were dimmed,

Was the time really passing?

Or was it ticking in me?



The season that passed,

Taking love with it,

Was it you that I missed,

Or the love lost in me?

Condenses

To the day I open the windows of my heart,
To the rain I open all the windows,
Let it wash down my doubts,
Cleanse me of all my sorrows.
Let me open my heart once again,
Let the drops fill all my senses.
And as it runs down my skin,
The regrets in the air condenses.

Road Clearing

When the night lingers on,

And the darkness is nagging,

I just need to hang on,

Until the sun comes shinning.



When the day is dreary,

Taking me nowhere,

You come like a fairy,

Making yours my affairs.



On my skin I feel the sun,

And yearn for your touch.

Your words keep me warm,

And loneliness in a hutch.



The road is opening ahead,

Clearing from the eyes’ mist.

What was left unsaid

Begs me to exist.

On My Journey

On my journey through the woods,

I know I shouldn’t but I would

Be involved by senseless fears,

That would trick my mind and ears.



On my journey through the river,

The icy water made me shiver;

Felt cold and was loosing strength

Could not even reach the river bend.



When I least expected a hand

Pulled me up to the river sand,

Helped me get a grip and stand up,

Quietly built a fire to warm me up.



The night came, the crescent moon,

But you stood by me, in the gloom.

Tenderness found lying on your chest,

Serenity put my fears to rest.

Hidden Compass

The November clouds,
Nights, days overcast.
Thoughts thought out loud,
Mind never rests.

The sailboat sailing
While the winds allow.
The albatross fishing
From north to south.

Changes in the soul,
Some come swiftly;
Though unknown,
Embrace them gently.

The heart has a compass
Hidden in the stars;
The past shall pass
So today starts.

Palm of my Hand

In the palm of my hand I held my soul,
My struggles, my faith, the new, the old.
My life, my past, seen in black and white,
The future approaching under hope's light.
The love I was bold enough to share,
Forgiveness I gave and forgiveness I begged.

Lives on the Sand

Lives leave tracks on the sand,
Soon washed out by the sea.
Only in the heart of a friend
Can our lives remain and be.
The words carried by the wind
Sending messages of hope,
Will they be extinguished
Or leave in the heart a note.
Nights of fear and solitude,
Days of questions unanswered,
Find in another kinder spirit
A lost prayer answered.
And another day rises,
With the same old sun;
And a love that surprises
Grows on a dried up land.