Visited.

Tonight the music painted my soul
And I dreamed of a green place
Where ferns and their fronds
Danced shadowy shapes across my face
In the moonlight
My mind sang the melody of imagination
While my heart ran with the beat and played the bass

And I ran
And I ran
And the earth was damp beneath my feet
It was quiet as the night
But I could hear the bubbling water
And the crickets speak

Time had lapsed
And I collapsed
Beneath the moon
And before soon here I woke
Twenty years on...
-The child in me had spoke

She visits me in the music
Often,
And she paints my soul
She stops my spirit from growing old
And reminds me I have no control

And to let go
And to run
And to leap
To feel the earth beneath my feet

To let time lapse
Until I collapse
Having lived every moment
Every colour in full
And having painted the world
With the music of my soul.

Lady In The Window.

Lady in the window
Watching me, watching you
Where does time go?

We can't see it or feel it
But we know it's there
Watching us grow

It settles in the creases of our smiles
And draws lines around our eyes

And to our surprise
One day we all wake
Mesmerised
By the old strangers we find
Staring back
Watching you, watching me;
That lady in the window.

Thrown.

Dear Anonymous,
Today I painted
And I drew
For having met you
Watered my heart
And it grew

And in my cheeks it bloomed
For the sun was in my eyes
-My horizon, ablaze
As I ran toward it
Shedding my disguise

All these layers I thought I needed
- I threw
I am thrown
Having met you...

And suddenly I know
No need, no want
Just my heart
Exposed and open wide
A doorway for life
And all it's experiences
To step inside.

Bounce Back.

So
This is how it goes
With you
Everyone has left
And the colour blue
Sets in
And sees you bereft

But honey
Don't hang your head this time
Choose not
The glass half empty of life's wine

You can always have your fill
If you only will
Breathe on in and breathe on out
-Inflate your soul

You know you can always
Bounce back

Don't throw yourself against life's wall
Instead, paint it
Make of it
What you will
-You can always have your fill
Choose not
The glass half empty...

You know you can always
Bounce back

Don't think, just feel
If you only will
Don't think, just feel
If you only will
Keep your head

Keep your head up high
You got to your keep your head
Keep your head up high.

Something Else.

And it'd be something else
To paint his face
But I don't think I'd ever
Find the colours
To match the palette of his grace...

A lightness of being
I felt
Hiding in the shade of his words
I heard
Something else
Calm
I was, when he brushed my arm

And it'd be something else
To learn more
More of this vessel
That sailed past my shore...

It'd be something else
But I'll let it fly
Somewhere else
For he already belongs
To someone else.

I Believe in Magic.

They are magic
Every one of them
Pulled from life's hat
A wave of the wand
And one by one
They appeared
And everything that's good about life
Triple-tiered in my heart
And ran from my eyes...

Yes, I believe in magic
It happens every day
In the form of friends
Cast our way.

Alone, but not lonely.

Day has died
Resting in peace
Under a smoggy sky
Most are asleep
But nightfall is when I feel most alive

The window frames my questions to the moon
A new Autumn has changed the colour
Of what it means to be alone
But not lonely
Here with my heartbeat
Is where it started
And where it will end
In the meantime,
Time will spend
My youth
But the older I get
The closer I feel
To finding some kind of truth...

And speechless at the wonder of life
That has so much to say
If we'd only listen more
Too often; deaf, dumb and blind
To our own human kind
And kindness
Is where it starts
And hopefully where it will all end
In the meantime,
Time will see me hold out my hand
And walk with life
Down which ever path
It chooses for me
- Be it alone, or not
With life, I am never lonely.

The Reminder.

One day, many years back
He crossed my path
A soul I'll not forget
-Though he wouldn't know it
The effect
He had changed the course
The flow
Of the river within
Turned the corners of my mouth
Up
Up
Up
And away
I awoke after having met him
One day
I remembered a secret
-Long stowed away
And forgotten

A secret
He whispered to me without words
But words I heard
Every one...
Spoken with eyes
And to my surprise
I looked up
And then never looked back

And these days
We walk different tracks
But I am stronger within
And without
For having known him.

Making Tracks.

Making tracks
Always making new tracks
For this carriage
To travel,
To see the world
Through its windows
-From all sides
My presence;
The passenger inside
And the driver
Turning the wheels
Over this roller coaster ride...

Rolling, exploring
Until this carriage
Should one day feel
The need to start slowing

Down

But even then
Even when
The carriage has stopped
I'll still be making tracks
-Just not the kind
Found on earthly maps

No,

My carriage will one day be no more
But the traveller inside
Will journey back to where she was before
Before she opened the door
To this world and climbed aboard.

Don't Wait.

Why do we hide our hearts?
It hurts more to stay in the shadows
Than it does to be rejected
Should we let our truth float to the shallows...

Sometimes it's better to be sorry than safe
Too many, these days wait
And for what?
The right time?

The heart doesn't know time
Nor does it 'right' or 'wrong'
It knows only love.

Loss of Senses.

Deaf
To the people talking in my ear
And blind is my mind
When looking at you, dear
-I fall easily
And I fall hard
But these days I just don't care

The heart was made to be broken
More times than feelings of love
Go unspoken...

Content.

Soft light
I am alone with you
And the night again
You have become my good friends
Along with the breeze
Nudging soft clouds
Across the way
Past the moon
As I tell it about my day...

It understands
And loves me for whoever it is,
I am
And it tells me that I can...

And in these spaces
I can see forever
And though she's been gone years now
I feel we're here together

And I'm aware
It will soon be Winter
But the warmth of her Summers
Have since made a garden in my heart
That reminds me when I forget,
To visit the eden inside
To remember what is
Is content.

Trampoline.

And I recall
A curtain of Autumn leaves
Falling as we leapt
As crickets crept
And spoke in song
-The story of dusk
As the last traces
Of our day's sun beaming
And blushing in the face of the evening

Your face
Sailed past mine
We had
No concept of time
Just a picture of the sky
You, me and trampoline.

Music is Hope.

A drop in the ocean
I become
Fluid with the music
Submerged in sounds
Rippling up my spine
Swirling currents
Pull me out with the tide
Toward the crescendo
Building a wave
This music takes me high
Then delivers me
Washed up and exhilarated
Ready to stand on life's shore
Once more

In music there's hope for us all.

A Test of Character.

If this is a test
Then I'll take it
I'll cut it out
Fold it
And shape it
Into something
Beautiful

I'll use these tears
To dampen the clay
To help mould myself
Another way
And if this doesn't work
I'll continue to play
Trying different shapes
To see which works best

After all,
There are ways in which to get stuck
But more than one way to move
And this a test
I can prove

So just watch me take it
Cut it out
Fold it
And shape it
Into something
Beautiful.

Just Keep Going.

Heart,

Beats,

And breathing

Everything else is optional
Yet so intriguing...

This constant searching
For reason for being

Keeps us going
Keeps us looking
And hopefully one day seeing

Our truth.

Nowhere & Everywhere.

Everyday I feel like packing my bags
Selling everything I own
Feel my feet on a new road
The highway air
In my hair
Where being nowhere
Is being everywhere...

I never meant to stay this long
-This city and I, we always hummed a different song
And it often likes to tell me, that I'm wrong
But I'll keep doing things my way
Won't stop till my job here is done
Yet, the longer I stay
The harder it is to leave
To roll up my sleeves
And call it a day

Still, one way or another
I was never one
To stay in one spot
My heart is a wanderer
Plucked from the flower
-A free flying petal
Indeed this city 'loves me not'
But we still have a score to settle...
And I now have my pedal to the metal

And it won't be long
Before I pack up my bags and my song
-Before I feel the highway air
In my hair
Back to moving
Back to feeling
Where being nowhere
Is being everywhere...

Never Grow Up.

I saw a little girl when I was walking home the other night,
She was lost in imagination,
Her eyes were bright.

Playing near a Japanese Maple tree,
She danced in circles,
Then danced circles around me.

Her feet were bare,
Grass stains on her dress, and messed up golden hair,
She was singing and laughing as if no one was there.

Suddenly, she took my hand,
She told me stories of mermaids, fairies and faraway lands,
Her eyes so wide with excitement,
Blue and brimming with dreams,
I could not help but be swept away...

Together we sat on the water's edge,
We drew sunsets in bright orange crayon,
Rolling green hills we would play on,
-We were free.

In her picture stood a woman,
She waited nearby a Japanese Maple tree,
Confused, I asked "Who?"
"Look harder," she said,
"Don't you see?!"
I am you,
Waiting to find me.

Feel VS Think.

My heart knows the way
My head battles with the directions
My heart never strays
My head is the distraction
My heart knows the picture
My head wants to frame
My heart knows no boundaries
My head sets them in place
My heart knows the dream
My head follows the competition
My heart knows not to point the finger
My head likes to blame
My heart knows not to judge
My head brings out the grand jury
My heart knows the answers
My head likes to question
My heart knows love, unconditional
My head wants the terms and conditions
My heart knows to give and want nothing in return
My head fears never having 'enough', so more it yearns
My heart knows how to grow trust
My head waters it with doubt
My heart knows how to let go
My head only wants to hold on
My heart knows no ending
My head fears that it's beginning
My heart knows what is
My head worries about what is not

My heart is the elixir
My head needs to drink
This is why I should trust how I feel
Before I interfere with what I think.