She gave me the simple gift of a daisy
that shone in the sun for one day, long ago.
He gave me a strong staff to walk the wild hills,
I am walking them now, wondering still.
Both gifts are of equal value to me.
For these gifts, in return, I invited them home.
When the night falls the twins of the heavens hang high above
Symbolic stars in a union of love.
don’t let all i do be about her
we all have a past,
it’s passed
i know how rejection feels
and the pangs of an unhealed wound
and a skin still sorely scarred
now you prick your finger on nothing
the thorns in the roses are gone
i cut them away, with precision
my thoughts are wrapped up in you
spilling onto the page
hidden in hundreds of words
don’t let her be the ghost
that walks through our rooms
shattering dreams
the vase in the house is full
with flowers of many seasons
picked and arranged for you
she was only a daisy,
crushed under your foot,
never a full blown rose
there was a time when love was simple
a clear and burning light that banished night
a gift given openly into acceptance
and all the world seemed clear and bright
my heart afire, i never dreamed of shadows
when love was young
a daisy chain could say it all
the days were never numbered
when we were still immortal
love and passion easy, my heart afire
the time of innocence is past
not all is ever as it seems
dark walls surround the garden
this world is harsh and shatters dreams
i am far older than i was
a steadfast heart will find a way
if we have mercy for each other
take my offered hand and grasp it
where doors are locked there is another
a heart afire can burn down walls
The Dreaming Path 