Trust the Heart

Hair with hues of blue, as the darkest raven -
Deep, lustrous pools of passion look out,
Seeing not what stands patiently before him,
All, in fear, this invisibility brought about.

What speaks to and urges on the soul -
The glorious passion that ever burns within;
Trust never being an option, as it seems -
Would the opposite of that be such a sin?

You see letting go as taking away this fire -
That which keeps your spirit driving;
Yet, this the very thing - what you truly need -
This fear is robbing your spirit of thriving.

Dance in the moonlight to the sound of the waves -
Celebrate every emotion you can feel;
Wake up and truly be alive in the light -
Let go - and finally, let your heart heal.

It is the heart that drives all things to success -
This, the ultimate and one simple rule;
Without it, struggles exist by leaps and bounds -
With it, removed are the obstacles of life's school.

Your heart speaks; your passion is waiting -
Open up, let go, and let all that pent up love flow;
Only through the heart does real success await you -
All it requires is just simply letting go.

Spawned by Addiction

Anxiety ridden, always waiting -
Tuned to the one hundredth degree;
Lost in the ugly dreaded moment,
Knowing what never can be.

This thing has its nasty hold -
Carrying you without consciousness,
Breaking every emotion within;
Taking you away to its nothingness.

So not a thing that can just be observed -
Caught in the rigid emotional trap;
Knowing you are the only one with keys -
Only you can draw this map.

This thing which you think you so love -
This thing for which you have no control;
Steals you away beneath the grime,
Ripping apart what is left of your soul.

Waiting

And so I wait for you with bated breath -
Spinning in sleepiness but wanting your touch;
Hoping for the rush of your energy coming in -
It is only you, I could anticipate so much...
The thought of your breath as you whisper,
Leaves my body in boundless chills -
I hear your voice and feel you so very clear,
The rush of my imagination, my heart feels.
And so I leave you for the land of dreams -
In hopes I might find you waiting there;
Again anticipating the simple mere glimpse -
Waiting for my soul to be laid bare.

Come Home

Gladly, will I submit to your claim;
Knowing not, even, all you ask of me -
Knowing still, with all my heart, all I am;
All I long for, is still yet to be.

The words I long to hear from your lips;
I beg you, put them to my name -
Know, that I am here, still, in wait;
Waiting to rid you of your pain.

I feel your breath and know it's pace;
Though miles of road keep you afar -
Wherever I am, I carry my heart;
And, so my love, there you are.

A man of action standing back, so timid -
Come to me, and show your face;
Let me hear in the sound of your voice -
In those words, await your taste.

The truth you explode on every level;
Your own heart, though, you hide;
Let go of all that holds you so tightly -
Close your eyes, and open wide.

Embrace what your heart awaits;
Beneath the veil of shroudded mystery -
What it lacks, stands waiting;
Aligned in perfect symmetry.

Shadow Man

You are but a shadow in my land -
A thing that cannot be revealed;
A moment of fleeting energy -
In a burst, though shortly lived.

Creeping near every corner wall -
Watching, waiting; but for what;
What is it that you seek here?
In between worlds, you are caught.

Purposeful, as if on a mission -
The bursts you emit so often;
Not a heart in all the world -
This hardness within you soften.

Not one in need of any rescue -
But one who is here to prevent;
You can, though, be sent back -
To the one by whom you were sent.



Beth Layne 2009