Between Clouds

Floating in between the clouds
What goes up some day comes down
For time it feels like the right place
Held within a warm embrace
Now heartache echos, dull and hard
Leaving tremors - never scars.
A breeze could set the soul to sail
Directed by the threat of hell
Come back now to familiarity
A hand squeeze tells of certainty
And each day spent is bittersweet
The love, the laughs, the fulfilled dreams
Reaching, searching, for a cure
Something that will mend the hurt
That comes each time we must depart
From soft sweet hands and loving words -
You're worth the sorrowful, bruised heart.

Crushed

Such a long day,
And I'm red in the face.
But when I see you, babe,
With a smile I'm graced.
I've missed you so much,
When I feel this rush,
Can't help but be crushed,
By the love between us.
Those arms are so safe,
You're my place to escape,
When life just seems fake,
And I feel a disgrace.
When my plane lands,
And I rush to your hands,
Your kiss is intense -
Mister, you're my man.
So hard to walk away each time
But I know you are still mine
The days we have are prime -
For you, I'll walk the line.

pure gold

It's so easy, at times,
to get lost in your lips.
It feels like pure gold to
surrender to this.
So deeply, you keep me,
entranced with that tongue -
the touch of your fingers
evokes a new song.
This melody stirs me,
arouses the soul,
traps breath in my chest,
fills up that old hole.
Each day, I'm reminded
of something that's true:
my heart will not slow down;
it beats 'cause of you.

Solitude

Insecurity, it rises quick.
It clings on with a heavy grip.
Those claws will not just let you go;
they pull you in and scare you so.
What if I messed up something fierce?
What if I've caused a great eclipse?
Something here feels so un-right -
I'm scared I've gone and lost the light.
Left in wonder, mind is scared
of what could be that caused a tear.
But what if it is just made up,
and from the past it did erupt?
The mind is now simply confused,
ponders what there is to lose.
Perhaps there is a way to choose...
Maybe this just takes solitude.

worth something

There's something I must confess:
my heart is too big for my chest.
Constantly, it overflows and
traps me in it's undertow.
A rush, a fluster, pulls me down;
sometimes makes me think I'll drown,
leaves me gasping, reaching out,
for something stable, safe, and sound.
How can this all just be contained?
It's not that easy, staying sane
among the blurred and faded lines
that move along with pass of time.
A happy chord, a note is struck,
brightens the soul and lifts me up.
And still, ascension is intense;
much stronger than any recompense
that could be offered for the pain
my heart endures on frightful days.
The deepest crevice lightens up!
Warmth and laughter fill my cup.
They dare to pull me to the sky;
lost in the wind like a severed kite,
within the glow that somehow sings,
and makes the cycle worth something.