Marcy
We take a walk to clear the mind, Or maybe to ease our pain, On a bright and cheery day, Or maybe in the rain, A stream is flowing on the left,
A cup of coffee begins the morning… It’s a way to start the day, As the pesky remnants of a dream, Are asked to go away, When you awake in the morning,
If I look into the past, What can I really see, A life watered with teardrops, Or a heart no longer free, Hopes and dreams need not be cast,
I, can only, wonder, what, she’s d… As the dream, sometime’s, a nightm… It always, holds, assumptions,,and… Wrapped around, the skeletons, who… You’re, used to people, giving up…
I know, you feel as I do, But hav… You have, my total acceptance, you… What skeleton, is walking, why are… Does the skeleton, also talk, does… Maybe the skeleton, isn’t real, or…
Do we understand, the things we ho… Or do we seem to run away, with th… A false facade protects us, the pe… Pretending to be in heaven, though… Hiding somehow becomes easy, an of…
I know you hold me in your heart, Just as I hold you, I know that you must pretend, That love won’t shine through, I know we each feel pain,
We search for things that calm our… Or things that ease a worried mind… Yet if we worry about what might g… We don’t have the time to find, Peace might come in many forms,
Every day when I awake;my day beg… And though you try to push me away… There’s no need to shed a tear; no… I only hope to know you’re happy;… As the light slowly fades;my priso…
I hold forests in my head, And hold trails in my heart, I see greenery every where, While wishing spring would start, Everything I see right now,
As the day, is lost, to dark, the… While, the darkness, engulfs you,… Yet, in the darkness, can be comfo… And all, those skeletons, deep ins… As the darkness, beckons, will you…
Cascades of light filter down, Through a canopy of leaves, The forest floor filled with spotl… A stage that somehow deceives, A path is seen through the shadows…
What things do we hold important, Is it the future or the past, As we live the here and now, With these memories that last, Does looking to the future,
The calloused hands of the past, Through events construct a man, A metal heart pumps his blood, While the past controls his hand, It seems his skin is made of steel…
All the silent lonely nights, That that through the years we’ve… All the memories and fantasies hel… By the heart each day insured, Yet as we look at having more,