hiddenangel

Lying in the sweet, sultry grass, I smell nothing but the day's rainfall And wonder when this will end. The sky is my fortress of solitude, The daisies, my friends to confide in. I lie on my bed of dandelions, Remembering the days of believing in fairies, Acknowledging my moments of strength, And waiting for times of peace. In my mind, The blind see insecurities While the crippled walk into homes of mishaps, Both comforting the children of disaster. Hearts hum silently while wandering down paths of ignorance, Yet holding the knowledge of unseen justices. In my mind, The turmoil of poverty, neglect, diversion and arrogance turn

     As I sit on the ledge of the fireplace in my living room, I breathe in the smoke and soot from the flames that burn bright. I watch the fire dance before me, not knowing that it has an audience. As soon as I turn my back, I know that it will continue its short life just as vibrant as before. The flames play tricks, dancing and flying. The embers crackle, singing a song of heartbreak; the embers can foresee its own future of pain and death. I want so badly to reach my hand into the fireplace and play; the fire seems to want the same. The brilliant colors of red, orange, white, copper and blue all seem to move clos

As I pace through the darkneing woods, Searching for an escape, My mind flashes to you. The sun sets past the trees Capturing the animals into the night And I think of you. The stars shine high beyond the paralyzing rainfall While the moon wanes solomnly And my heart races towards you. Your silence pierces my ears As though the sirens scream into the air. Your existence haunts me, Though you have vanished. You quietly visit my thoughts and dreams, Preying on my imagination. And as I walk through the darkening woods, I notice the details of the forest... The details of you. The flash of lightning in your eyes, The night's w