I walk on eggs
To protect the fragile
peace
I try to be invisible
As I dread your
displeasure so
But even in the midst
Of such an uneasy
peace
I fear your rejection
For being invisible is
still better
Than not being there
at all
I walk on eggs
To protect the fragile
peace
I try to be invisible
As I dread your
displeasure so
But even in the midst
Of such an uneasy
peace
I fear your rejection
For being invisible is
still better
Than not being there
at all
A book on the shelf
Passed by, passed over
Rejected by browsers
Ignored by casual
trade
Over looked by readers
of discernment
Often handled but
never understood
A book on the shelf
Unwanted and
unappreciated
Unloved and forlorn
waits patiently
For that one special
wordsmith
Who will see the small
tome
Among the vast bibliotheca
And admire the cover,
The quality of the
fabric
Its exquisite binding
He will handle the
book
Feel its weight and
worth in one carress
And will appreciate
its quality.
When he turns the
pages
He will engage with
the contents
Understanding its language
Each perfect word on
each pristine page
This will be a story
of such worth
When the wordsmith
finds
This book on the shelf
Being together
Without words,
Thoughts trancend
The empty silence
To find balance
In perfect union,
A comfortable congress
A living dream
Changes the moments
Of my everyday existance
Into a time of bliss.
When you sit next to me
The skies seem to brighten
I feel sunlight on my skin
And all my senses heighten
Just being in such close proximity
Makes my old heart lighten
Just imagine if you only knew me
Then I’d be as invincible as a titan
Radiance and beauty
Seeps out from your every pore,
I feel such a love
Pulsating through my
lonely heart
Rippling through my
soul