My Own

When the world sleeps and silence reigns

My world awakes to a new frame,

Chatting with my silly conscience at ease,

Evaluating my purpose at peace.

How I see and how I am seen –

My life at its best, worst or between.

And as the night slips away,

My thoughts drift away

To a place I call my own,

My solace, my blissful home.

Again

All but a shattered heart

Spiraled in vines of aching pain,

Punctured with doubtful darts

Again, yet again, all over again.

These hands you once called yours

Trembled into an untimely cold,

Must you let them slide into yours

And so foolishly refuse to hold?

Such a young spirited soul then

Now trapped beneath a thousand chains,

After all every story must come to end

Again, yet again, all over again.

The Letter

Once upon a time,

A boy seized the privacy of his crowded environment

To unfold the mystery of a certain paper 

That he beheld and smiled...

Like you do now!

Once upon a time before that time,

A girl had written so lovingly 

Amidst the privacy of her melancholic brood

A confession and sealed it with a smile...

Like I did then!