REstrained

Let there be a soft bed,
Where I can stare at the sky,
And forgo all who judge,
And fool all, who look in the eye.
Them that I care are strangers,
And strangers do still show care,
This be no place for a heart,
No place for thoughts laid bare.
Let there be a closed room,
Where none can meet my stare,
None to come, none to go,
None to lie about care.
Let my thoughts be a monologue,
And days diminish into nothing,
For stars are a haunt,
The dark is more soothing.
In desires awake and gone,
Of words spoken and feigned,
Truth is this heart stands alone,
Of labours lost and gained.
Let the paths be as dark,
For the darkness I am used,
Let none shine a light no more,
For I cannot stand another ruse.
An excuse has been always,
To think that there was better,
For once let it lie,
Let the silence be my fetter.

Lines to sunset

This day I shed all my armour,
I feel your love unseen.
This day I smile with my heart,
I feel the love it has seen.
This day I am at my broken bridge,
I feel not alone within.
This day I row unto the sunset,
For darker places we have been!

(In continuation to --

1. Three lines to tomorrow
2. Three lines to heaven

)

By me

And when the blind would see,
For then the ripples would playful be.
But then hope is yet to be forlorn,
These blind eyes shed no tears or glee!
That what I found was never lost,
This heart yearns for that it fought,
The breath that my summer was,
Forever in lost songs will be sought.
Of dark is not love born,
Nor into the dark will it be,
The moments that shone bright,
To my grave will lie by me.

On a sister

For every errant thought,
For every smile she has bought.
For every promise I have broken,
For every dream she has lost.
I will count my blessings!

For every tantrum thrown,

For every moment she has lost,

For every hiatus taken,

For every tear, dearly bought.

I will count my blessings!

For every beastly hug,
For every missed call,
For all the days I have missed,
For all the rebuke and censure.
I will count my blessings.

For every habit broken,
For every path we've trod,
For every day you have bought,
For all the love, never sought.
I will count my blessings.