Heart Matters

Once I was broken, Once I was lost, There was a time When wounds were open And lines were crossed. Once I was crying everyday, Once I could see no other way, My mind was wrapped In holy lies, My heart was trapped, My dreams were capped, But they couldn't close my eyes. Sometimes a blessing, Sometimes a curse, My eyes wide open, kept on guessing The beauty of my universe. Each open wound, a scar to be, Each line that's crossed, a way to see The path that carves in truth and strength, A better shape of Me. With every shape My heart grows stronger, And thoughts of cowardly escape, Are gone, and I no longer wonder Was I at fault or was it faith. Once I believed there was no hope, My hands were tied but I could see, These ties were nothing but a rope I'll use to climb to where awaits A better shape of Me.

Memories in boxes in my mind, Lost and forgotten over time, I thought I left them all behind, But here I am unpacking boxes. One by one, they feel like a ghost town, I found the one that was weighing me down Like a makeshift tent on a verge of a breakdown, Like a Stonewall crashing on the edge of a playground. Piece by piece I turn back the pages Of the past I locked up in cages, Some soaked in tears, Some burnt at the edges, Some painted black of my younger years. "Leave this box in the past!" My mind screams, "you must!" Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, But the dust and the ashes Are burning and robbing my heart of trust. I can't close this box like a door, The lid I have doesn't fit anymore, But I keep it close to my heart Grounded in time like a nail in the floor That won't break apart. Unpacking this box was no easy task, And cleaning the memories of cobweb and dust, But what happens now? I wonder and ask, What do I do with parts of the past All sor

Walking on clouds Tracing our memories in my heart, Deep ridges, defining our story on its wall, I walk on clouds singing, I am blessed to be living The greatest love of all. Walk with me this earthly life, Stay with me unchanged and free, Holding my hand, You understand, The deepest parts of me. These words can't possibly tell you, What I hold in my heart, I could try it in vain, But I cannot explain, Why we can't be apart. So be a part of me, and walk on my clouds, I'll be a part of you, for all that it means, Always adoring, And always protecting Your freedom, your wants and you dreams.

A kind of fire Embrace me lover with your mind My flesh is burning with desire, Consume me lover with your kind of fire. There is no other thrill like you, No other muse that could inspire This love in me, a mirror to my kind of fire. And if of love was I so sure, I'm nothing but a liar, As I have never felt before this kind of fire. And if some foul will make you sad My love, hold your joy higher, It's all because they wish they had Our kind of fire.

The rest of our life I know who I am And I know why I am. And yet I know that the one That truly defines me, Adores me for reasons I don't understand. She knows who I am And she knows why I am, She loves me with passion And she is the guardian For all that I stand. I know who we are, And I know why we are. Beginners in living, Reborn in each other, Near or far. I know who I am And I know why I am. I met the rest of our life The day before last. She said "You deserve it!" You smiled as you knew it From dreaming perhaps, A lover, a mother, your loving wife, I know who I am, And I know why I am now For the rest of our life.

White dream Distant in presence and yet so close to me I dream a white dream Forever will it be? I dream a white dream My blinded eyes can see. Wrapped in your joyful brightness Long aching heart can feel, And arms embrace the kindness You selfishly reveal, Love sweet and timeless. Your heart belongs with mine As our engagement, Is long before this time, The universe' arrangement Of our internal rhyme I dream a white dream in your absence, And yet the dream is near, My mouth can taste your essence, And mind is ever clear Embedded in our presence. However far, with me you stay, So beautifully unchanged, And as I picture you this way, I dream a white dream long arranged, Of our reunion day.