I Realized

I realized that I could fall in love with you
When I watched you sleep
I realized that I wanted to love you
When I was told to be careful
I realized that I loved you
When I dropped the walls that separated you from my heart

My Heart, My Love

I need you like the moon
Because you are my sun
And I need your light -
I miss you like
The arid dessert covets rain water
Your presence quenches my desire.
Like a seed needs the wind
To carry it to its resting place
My soul needs your touch
To bring it to repose.
My love is fierce
Like a wolf takes a life
When he hunts his prey
When you take my hand
You take my heart
It is all I have to give
But it is yours just the same.

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Under the stars
She dances
With the moon
Caressing her skin
The wind
Her sweet melody
The fireflies
Her echo
And the dewey grass
Her dancefloor
No need for shoes
No need for a song
Just open space
And a starlit sky
Is all she needs
For her heart
To dance

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Quiet thoughts
Deep emotions
Open –
Small facet of light
Cracking the shell
Breaking through
Illuminating desire
Quelling fear

A tired soul
Sick of fighting
Wounded heart
Silently aching
Spun up
In healing love
Repaired –
Like precious china

Candlelight flickers
Two become one
Souls intertwine
Hearts are grasped
Fear melts –
Passion springs
And in a moment
Fire is born

Be

Be my priest
Administer to my soul
Those words of comfort
That you know so well.

Be my well
Quench my thirst
With your cool water
So that I may know peace.

Be my sun
So that I may
See your light
Radiate through my dark night.

Be my lover
Warm me with
Your deep, burning passion
That I may glow with you.

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I don’t have to be the center
I just want a part
I don’t need everything
I just want some
I don’t need much
But I just want something
So conflicted within myself
Wanting more
But holding back
Holding back
For what?
Pride . . .
Fear . . .
Wanting more what?
Attention . . .
Love . . .
Acceptance?
Who knows
This is all too conflicted
Too confusing
This isn’t me
This is a mess
Better pick myself
Up off the floor
And walk away
From this place
This is not
Where I belong

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What brings grey clouds
Against clear blue skies?
It must be some form of trickery
The same trickery
That blots out the sun at twilight.
What sin has the sun committed
That is must be removed until the morning?
Surely they are no greater
Than my own.
Must it share with the moon?
Could they not inhabit the same sky?
Is the moon jealous
Of the suns radiance?
I see the moon ever changing
But the sun holds fast.
How queer it is
That the light is always there
Just sometimes hidden.