Healing

Curiously, I touch my thoughts
Afraid to stir them, delve too deep
Wanting only the lightness, joy
Without the currents beneath
Waltzing slowly in the sunlight
And never wanting the rain

Life is fragile, too easy to rend
Wounds of the soul, too hard to heal

Probing gently, afraid to breathe
Lest the pain return.

Blissful dance, grinning teeth
So easy to fall into the fantasy
Too tempting to let the music infuse
And soak through the parched pain
Welcome solace, needed refuge
Clear sweet notes calling me beyond
Rhythms of joy and magic just the cure
For an ailing heart

Storm Tide

Fragile as fine silk thread, the memory begins to stir
The nuances of the heartbeats that were you
Then the familiar leap of my heart as it senses the warmth
The sure confidence of your essence flows back over me
A renewal like the gentle showers of spring
The power of you surges through the gates once more
Strong as storm tide, it fills me with the sweet song
Of endless love and joy
Until I think my heart will break with the rapture
And then it begins to ebb, a slow leaking away
Of the life force and energy
And even as I grasp
to contain it
It is gone
Leaving a lone
Puddle
That reflects back my tears




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