Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder who you are

The glitter I see in the blind of night
A sea bed of anchored hopes obscure from sight
The throbbing dream in my heart
A longing wish a hand apart

The longing looks to make dreams a reality
Awaiting miracles unseen
White doves setting prayers free
Guiding them beneath their angel wings to your eternity

A last held breath
As time elapses
The last twinkling hope
With hands clasped 

The approaching morning of blinding rays
Falling tears of your leaving grace

Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wish you weren't so far

Passion Fruit

A duet of black and white roses

One crowned a mystery

The other crested tender

One sung intense blazing 
The other subtle, a kindled flame

Tangled harmony of harp strings and violin

Tender waves under the noon sun

A ballroom with bow ties and dresses

A dance barely begun

Wrapped velvet overlapping

Rich in enigma, Soft in sensation

Immaculate in weighing both equal

Fierce against amiable

A Passion fruit

A song poised

An empowering presence

An endearing essence

The emblem of your entity
Comprised magnificently of depth
Hushed into invisibility
Secrets well kept

Strength obscure form plain view
What you know, what you knew
A broken fragment from the entire truth
An aged soul in budding youth

Surface silk, smooth and placid
Curtained storms wailing vivid
Protected, shielded from hearts that see
Saving oneselfs an eternity

Harmonizing the past like gold threads hung
All a lesson, a memory sung
A pattern of love and constant defeat
A bequeathed experience unknown, unseen

Composed melody of a rising dawn

Traced silhouette of a fiery sunset
Parallel in the universe living apart 
Emblazoned together on your heart

Embellished whispers upon your soul

Fragmented sorrows making it whole

An exempliary life of a passion fruit

Passionate in being with the sweetness of a fruit

Passion Fruit

Imprisoned

Tempted by surrounding colors
I am imprisoned in a circus
Joy my mask, sorrow my sentiments
I'm your entertainment, your amusement
Among colors and laughs My tears fall
As I walk the wire without stall
Distracted and bruised I try and see
the blurred destination, the stark reality
With the freedom you think bestowed upon me
I live an imprisoned identity 

The Sleeping Child at Night

Like the sleeping child at night holding his mothers hand
Who stirs as she moves
Refuses to let go when she tries to leave

Whose life is encompassed within that one entity
Who lives her every presence
Wails lost in her absence

The sleeping child with harbored attachments
Which he keeps protected under his umbrella
Holding on tighter as time moves further

His weakness, his Achilles heel
The sinking ship of loss unthinkable
The absence of a lighthouse unimaginable

I lie in bed asleep holding your hand
Grasp it tighter as you move
Refuse to let you go

I lie in bed asleep
Afraid that you'll be gone when I wake up
Afraid that I'll loose my ship's anchor and it'll float away
Afraid that an arrow will strike my Achilles Heel
Afraid that I'll be lost in the black death of your absence
Afraid
Like the sleeping child at night