1.Your arms showed,
me the warm sunshine.
 
Your hand-
the cool breeze.
 
Your eyes sang me
unwritten love songs.
 
Your touch traveled
unknown worlds.
 
And you-
you gave me
your world.
 
 
2. I sit back
a shadow against the wall;
and the noises of
laughter,
and crying -
of
honking horns,
and singing,
and shouting
and
of quietness
drift down
and settle
on my shoulders
like dust
in the sunlight;
and soon I am covered,
to be seen by no one.
And my fate will be
swept up with
the remains of
broken bottles,
and cigarette stubs,
meaningless sayings,
and false feelings,
and whitewashed religions -
and
of days gone by.
But soon - I hope
the sun will reach my corner
and take away
the shadows,
and dust
and cobwebs.
 
 
3. DAWNING
The sunshine from your eyes
broke the cold, icy dawn
and crept in
through the cracks of my heart
and took away the chill
and the lingering shadows
where ghosts of hate
and pride
and selfishness lived and played.
 
It woke me
and warmed me
and changed that old dungeon
into velvety meadows.
 
And as I awoke
I looked and saw you
standing there.
Then you took my hand
and we walked those meadows
together,
where we talked
and touched,
and loved.
 
 
4. NIGHT DREAMS
You slipped softly
into my dreams
late one night;
and stopped the rivers
of my mind
with your touch.
 
And you showed me
nothing
and yet
everything.
And I looked behind
your eyes and saw
the shadows
of your mind.
 
And we touched
without touching;
and we understood
without discussing.
 
And when you
rose to go
I cried.
 
 
5. Did you see me?
I was standing there -
watching -
waiting.
It was early morning
and I tried to look into your eyes.
Ah,
you said you were blinded
by the morning light.
 
Maybe you heard me?
My lips told you of
my longings,
my cares,
my fears.
Ah,
you said the radio was too loud.
 
Ah then,
perhaps you felt me -
as I stood by your side.
I tried to touch you,
to hold you -
but then you walked away.
I seem to remember of days
long ago -
of touching,
and hearing,
and seeing -
of days when love had no end.
 
I wonder when we grew apart.
It seems so sad
to have forgotten how to love.
 
I hope we can remember
again...
together.
 
 
6. ODE TO THE SUN
Do you know the sun?
It has fingers
I know it does.
It came down past the hills,
through the trees,
and into my window
to where I sat -
and it touched me.
Gliding over my body
like a blind man reading braille
And the wind sang
and rejoiced at our union.
And my heart was warmed
and I sang
with the wind.
 
 
7. I do not know where seven is. It seems to be missing.
 
 
8. CHANGES
Changes.
I feel them coming on.
waiting.
Suspended in anticipation.
Wondering.
 
Excitement growing -
my senses tempered -
fine tuned.
My eyes -
open -
seeing my inner self.
My ears -
hearing -
the energy
coursing through my body -
vibrating at the hum.
My mind -
like fingers -
feeling my body.
Cleansing,
clearing,
discarding the old.
Ready now.
Silently still...
open...
for those
changes.
 
 
9. What can I do
when my heart's gone cold,
when my body's young
but my soul feels old.
 
When there's no one to turn to,
no one to hold near,
and in place of a kiss
there's only a tear.
 
Why does not one
see the hurt on my face
and try to reach out
put a smile in its place.
 
Why is there no one
to give back what I feel.
I'm so tired of hurting
time now to try and heal.
 
Where are those friends
that say that they care?
They seem to have vanished
they never are there.
 
The loneliness wells up
and chokes my insides,
and I feel like nothing -
I feel like I've died.
 
 
10. Sometimes -
at days end,
when I slip into
my real self
and let my
            body bend;
 
I catch glimpses,
in the fires flame,
of what could be -
            of how it should be.
 
If only I
could catch
that elusive light.
            But...
it flickers
and dies
just like my dreams.
 
            Oh...
how long
do I have to wait -
how long do I search
for that eternal flame?