My hands are chained
But in them I hold a rose
Fresh and blossoming with life
So far from the grave
Like you said I was
As you breathed in me
And kissed my neck
Yet it
Was but a trick
To send a school girl high
“What a pretty girl you are “
He said
Before stealing me from mother…
In a dark cold night of the soul
I linger on the impossible God
In blindness and hopelessness
Everything becomes terrors
In frustration and desperation
Love and forgiveness are unreachable
In this dark night that I pray
For the warm sunshine to come into my room window
For the flower out there to survive through the night
For the heart here to rest gently in the storm…
Sand - by Caryn Moya Block
The surf pounds against the beach,
Like your words pound against my heart,
Until I too turn to grains of sand.
In the immensity of the night
overwhelmed by the surge of silence,
in that holiest of moments
where horizons are lost and limits melted,
a remembrance and an image
flush through my being,
linger like a burning tear
on the eyelids of my longing,
dance like a lone star
amid the flowers of my cheeks
— the beloved.
It is a sight of drowning despair
Where war between love and disdain
Strains to become an unforgivable pain
We fight when we can bring peace
Shadowed by love in this world
Its like humanity never existed
Where love is felt to be a weakness
While heartlessness the greatest strength
Its a deplorable sight to bear
Hate and lie and vain stretch beyond the plain…
Imagination interrupts loneliness
An ethereal glow washing over
Transported in mind to our place
A rendezvous of two dreamers.
Underneath a mighty oak
Upon a blanket made for two
Music from his own hands played
Her eyes his only view.
With each tender kiss
Innermost thoughts clearly displayed
Hearts singing as one with each touch
Tell of passions long craved.
She will play to me
Skipping a beat and finding a beat
All of the memories and the melodies of blue
She will sing the stories
Running up and down this town
She will sing of cyclones and
The rooves as they fell down
She will play to me
She will play to you
She will sing of me
And sing of you – she…
They said there’s a rainbow
After every storm
It’s been raining for so long
I forgot about the sun
I’ve been running for days
Finding for shade
But you run into the rain
As if it can wash away the pain
You dance with the lightening
Go with the beat of the thunder
While I wait for a rainbow
If my thoughts were a symphony,
There would be no music.
Yet if my love for you were that symphony,
Nothing could be as perfect and magical.
I’d compose for you each day,
Expressing the perfection you bring.
Your heart shining brighter than the sun itself,
burning everything less perfect than your exquisite self.
You do not see your beauty nor feel my love,
