A Windmill

I am
A Windmill
Rooted in The Ground
Arms spread
Waiting for the Breeze
And when Darkness comes
I am still  there
Even though you don't see me
For it is better to be controlled
By an Outside force
Than an Inside One

Cactus Garden

Sitting amongst these Cacti
We admire The sharp Spines
Jutting out
Inviting Danger.
I get this urge
To pick a cactus up
With my bare hands
And You want to know Why
Because Love seemed so Sweet
Until I Tasted It.

Pain

I see You
All Curled up
Like a Furry Animal.
Pain
Does Leave Scars
After all the healing is over.
Reminders of the Battle
That you wear
Like a Badge .
So dig deep in
and pull Yourself up
I am making Time Wait
For You and Me.

Everything

Thoughts become Words

And Flow through my Hand

Onto Print

But there is a Lot Unsaid

I am keeping it Filed Away

Into a Safe corner of my Brain.

One of these Days

When I am done with all of this

I will sit down with You

And Say everything I want to Say.

Love is a Snake

Love is a Snake
All Wound up
Smooth and Shiny
Slithering
Across the Heart
It waits for the Opportune Moment
To Strike .




       

Lost Love

The Moon was an Orange Ball
And I couldn't Sleep
So I decided to Walk.
Moonlight Filled
The Cracks in  Darkness
Shadows Lurked
Like Strangers
I  took a turn
Around the Corner
Then I Remembered
The Love
That was Lost .

Words

I am becoming  Anemic
With my choice of Words
Thoughts still race in my Head
But I choose carefully
What to put in Print.
Trying to Express Myself
Precisely and Concisely
Is a difficult exercise.
All I can say is
That it is still
You and Me
and sometimes at Midnight
I do want to Fly Away.