The crickets chirp for me tonight
Trees darker than the sky
The only other sound is that
Of the traffic passing by
At will my mind can block that out
Until just those crickets be
But the thoughts! T'would be mercy
If heaven did the same of thee.

It was the voices they were fighting
Not you
The ones that kept them on the front line
Always poised; armed; for an attack
Once you understand
Just how irrelevant "you" really were
That you could have said and done a million different things
That wouldn't have mattered,
That their demons weren't yours to fight
Once you understand
It wasn't ever your responsibility
To make them feel worthy of love
To change their mind; change their heart
That their promises were always meant to betray
Despite you
Despite your effort
That you were just another figurine
Placed on some overfilled shelf
That held their every failed opportunity
To overcome; break free; win
Once you understand
That to them you were an enemy
That you signified future pain
That must be pre-empted,
That you could never shine enough light
To light their way
And that they never wanted you to
That you were just collateral damage
Once you truly understand those things
Your heart begins too heal.
Your soul finds forgiveness.
You find a way to keep loving them,
While you let them go.
Yes, you will hurt
You will cry; bargain; beg.
But in the end
You will be "you" again.
And that is a beautiful thing.

The bindings.
The encasements.
Tendons twisting
The tight slipknots
As we squirm
And entrap us all
In miniscule minds
Minuscule thoughts
Until the sickle
sets us free.

The little innuendos life drops like sand
When you venture out in space.

Just small simple reminders, slaps on the hand
To stay in that ordained place.

Keep peace on an empty porch, feet upon the floor
With no tears upon thy face.

Spend time with well worn pages, just like before,
Call it sad, but know it's grace.

The apple rising always higher
Proportionate to the desire
Not a mountain cliff
Or an eagles drift
Ever will or can conspire.....
The height to which a man will go
In pouring rain or lashing snow
No distance of sky
No bar set too high
To fuel a hearts true fire.

When the coffee turned into tea
And she was faced with that real-i-ty
Her world suddenly stopped spinning.
The walls rushed in... not one by one
The ceiling fell in to shut out the sun
And she called this the beginning.
Of life without truth and reason
Over and over...no change of season
Would ever breech the tomb within.
And over time she did go blind
Left with only the echoes of her mind
And she was never seen again.

In the midst of grey
It feels safe
Within the gloom
There is calm
Time passes differently here
Silently like a phantom
Slow enough to touch
And hold the moment