Blest be the ties that bind
At least that what some say
Yet as the cords unravel
Pain is inevitable
Twisted strands of shared experience
Memories without number
Slip the structures of time
Some lost and forgotten moments
Arise from the pool of dreams
In the end we know
Rather than believe
That life goes on and on
Nothing is lost
Only hidden from sight
For a time
The Bonny Black Hare’s
Spirit is in the air
Spring has sprung
The fun has begun
Till the people meet in fields most fair
Mad as March Hares
The people repair
The connections unraveled
By the Long Winter’s roads travelled
Journeying to the land of Summer fair
Here I sit
Watching it all
No Tea in my cup
No crumpets near by
Waiting for the chill within
To melt in the sun
And tears the only sign
Of what now must end
And what must begin
Again
There is a time coming
When everything will change
A time when plans can me made
A time when life can go on
Subject no more to the whims of another
That responsibility engenders
The kindling is laid
The firebird’s nest is forming
Soon to be lit
To burn the dross away
A new way of living
To come from an ending
Soon
Two little words
Why should I fear thee
Two little words
It’s not like they’ll own me
Two little words
I’ve tried to never use
Two little words
I’ve tried to refuse
Two little words
They’d be simple to say
Two little words
What price must I pay
Two little words
That my mind locks away
Two little words
My soul longs to say
Two little words
Will they unlock doors
Two little words
Or will I fall to the floor
Two little words
That have abused
Two little words
From others lips unrefused
Two little words
Time to speak for me
Two little words
Help me
Is it ever right just to walk away.
Just give up
let someone else try
To fix it for a change
The responsible one wants to carry on
The soul inside is done
Spiraling into the realms of despair
It’s not that I don’t care
The well has run dry
Tired of making the sacrifice
For nothing gained in the end
Things simply go on
Till the next crisis comes
And a life is held hostage
Till the ending
Odd to be
A link with thee
Not far away
Beyond glass doors
Knowing few
Waiting alone
Not far from home
Small candle
In a brightly lit room
Sharing what I can
Starsong's Cauldron 