If Only She Had the Time

She needed to read those words,

let her eyes trail over the words,

to let the story sing,

so she could sing it to her self.

She needed to look at the moon,

to study the paleness,

that fell against the velvet night.

She needed to ring that friend,

and simply sigh and laugh,

let her tears show.

She needed to skip through a big paddock,

let long grass slide against her pale skin,

to dance through the breeze.

If only she had the time.

She needed to walk through the hospital corridors,

peek into rooms and see that she was not alone.

She needed to look out of a window,

to see her future.

She needed to look into the sky,

and wonder why this was happening to her.

She needed to live her last days.

If only she had the time.

She could feel it spreading through her veins,

She could feel her breath slow,

She could see her heart monitor bleep.

She wanted to see the world,

If only life wasn't so cruel,

If only sickness never touched our air,

If only wishes came true,

If only she had the time.

Something about...

Writing clears my oh so full mind...

There's something about when the mirror fogs up,

Your clouded vision starring back into you,

The steam rising to mould at the ceiling.

There's something about the touch of skin on yours,

Goosebumps rising,

Hearts falling.

There's something about the smell of coffee,

Warming you up,

Swirling in you senses.

There's something about the street when it's just rained,

The smell,

Making tears well,

Drying out before they fall.

There's something about a fire,

Its heat flickering up and down,

The embers flying high,

The smoke filling your nostrils.

There's something about a small smile,

Full of promise,

Full of wonder.

There's something about driving in the rain,

The wheels rolling through the cloud's tears,

Music in your ears.

There's something about when you curl up in bed,

Eyes heavy,

Pillow soft and comforting.

There's something about looking out a window,

The tall sky full of future,

Birds swooping in and out.

There's something about the sun in your eyes,

Something so wonderess blocking your vision,

When you suddenly think,

About the feeling,

About the touch,

About the warmth,

About the cold.

You will find,

Yourself.

Roads

She's on a road,

One that's long and winding,

Her hairs flickers in the breeze,

The car window wound down,

The road shining.

She looks to the sky,

Searching through the endless possibilities,

Her mind whirling around and around.

She shuts her eyes,

Comfort found.

The wheels roll on,

Like a long heart warming film,

Smiles won.

Suddenly the wind changes,

She slumps back in her seat,

The taxi fee now paid,

She gets out,

Then runs.

That Feeling.

Do you know that feeling?

Have you ever felt it before?

The feeling of being followed,

A shadow upon the wall.

The feeling of being warm and loved,

Something raining on you,

That falls from above.

The feeling of being free,

Your hair blowing with the wind,

Not a touch of sin.

That feeling of being cold,

That chills you to the bone,

The time where your tears appear,

Far from alone.

The feeling of being content,

With everybody and yourself,

Another book off of that dusty shelf.

Have you felt it now?

Is it all flooding back?

Follow the road,

Keep on that memory track.

Unnoticed Light.

She slips though the door unnoticed,

Her white dress hung just above her knees,

The air was crisp, the sky as just she pleased.

Her feet kissed the clear morning dew,

That beaded on the grass,

Her thoughts raced and reached out vast.

As she ran the wind showed her no mercy,

Its cold bitter touch made her breath grow slow,

The trees blew softly left and right,

Her eyes watched as the sun started sharing soft light.

As her feet grew numb and damp the sun rose higher,

She reached the place where she felt most peace,

Where she could see nature waking from its sleep,

The beautiful sight could overwhelm here and make her weep.

When her tears hit the cool dirt she closed her eyes,

In one graceful moment she murmured her good byes.

When she she reached to the sky she was granted one wish,

She didn't wish sorrow nor bliss.

The light collected her up-stretched self,

Then she rose to the heavens.

Unnoticed.

Maybe...

She doesn't know what to do,

Not even a clue,

What to speak,

How to act,

There was something that she lacked.

Was it skill?

Was it love?

Why couldn't it just rain on her from above?

Maybe she knew,

Maybe she didn't.

Should she just run?

Should she just hide?

Maybe she could just have fun.

What she lacked,

she did not know,

to tell you the truth,

it didn't even show.