A little of a lot

9/11/2009:

My words are getting smaller,
It seems there's lesser to say.
Each time the tide sets in,
It's here not too long,
Because the moon turns quick,
And faltering, I stop.
I do not pause, I do not break,
It's not a question of time.
The way I thought has come to end..
Now, it's just short versions,
As the head spins too fast,
When too much said, leads to too much felt.

Lingering Hope

7/11/2009:

Even when the clouds go away,
Even when the storm has cleared,
And even though your name for me,
Might as well have disappeared,
There's always something..
Something left shining through.
A mist from the rains that stopped,
A chill from the winds that left,
A sense that maybe you're still there,
Cuz love was all I had to give.

Dim

9/10/2009:

Unattended, unimportant..
She lies.
Waiting to be found,
By the love that lost her somehow.
She cries.
Clutching for the surface,
Breathlessly rescued,
Too much, too late..
She dies.

Hurdles

8/10/2009:

Standing against the tide,
Raining down on me,
I stand alone.
My stance was weak,
But flowing through miracles,
It turned upright.
As the tide grew harsher,
And it rained cannonballs,
That lonely soul,
Almost at surrender,
Standing at the edge of decayed hope,
Just became stronger.

Dust off my writing page

8/10/2009:

Words flow like memories bygone,
Whirling in churns of magnificence.
On this sheet they assemble,
Facing the world - unshielded and naked.
Bits and pieces that collate,
Falling into place,
Finishing amongst themselves..
Till all that's even left,
Is the dust off my writing page.

Hope

4/10/2009:

We're just drops in the ocean,
Treating our waves as whirlpools,
Seeing our ripples as larger than life.
But take a look around,
And you'll find for yourself
A life so much larger,
And so much laden,
That the whirlpools could shy away.
What truly matters though,
Is that the suns on those oceans,
Will never stop rising.