There is a winding
staircase of souls,
coming to this world
to know,
if life in its finite form
can teach to knowledge
that's old and worn.
Souls descend the stairs,
you see
and take their place in history,
to an assigned place in time,
and people, and custom
and culture, and kind.
And I saw you on
the stairs, I believe.
You smiled and even winked at me,
but then you proceeded
to cross the sea!
I let my assignment
then and henceforth be
to search for love,
explanations and peace.
But very lost and hurt and not free
my poems did begin to cease
to rhyme...
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Smiles from the soul in youth
clouded under muck.
Constructed searching
a fruitless, hurting kind
year by aching year.
Lost enough, tired enough
to look for the staircase again
but never has accepting early
defeat
been part of my plan, part of
the plan.
So, into suspension.
Layers of cold
threw my heart
into suspension
until...
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I tripped into you
that one time,
you reset the rhythm
re-ignited the rhyme.
I swore I'd never
lift a pen
until my heart did
beat again.
Da-da, da-da.
Did beat again
in rhythm with a
soul that's kin.
So, spin a tale for me
my love.
Wrap me up in your web
my love.
Take me to your land
of mystery.
Hold me in your heart
and wait for me.
I'll ride with you and
breathe your air,
you'll take me to a
castle stair.
I think it fair
that I surmise
I'll hold your hand
and see your eyes.
And find with you
explanations and peace
and love and souls
in harmony.
And finally, respite from
the pain
but find instead
your embrace in the rain.
I woke from my sleep
to say it's true -
my heart does beat,
my heart does beat
again
for you.