Falling Through the Threads
|A sojourn to a sylvan stretch
I take in breath of dreams
Where nimble winds fall through the threads
Of reality's silver seams.
Vapor blows in lacy veils
Through the still of clearing thought
And wafting through the monarch's lair
I reach for wings ne'er caught.
The path of softness I retread
Among blooms of quiet peach
Watching as rich swells of earth
Tumble to a crystal beach.
Hawthorn grows among the wood
Tranquil petals chanting
As darkness painted 'pon my eyes
Slowly begins recanting.
Reincarnated by the gentle lull
Of gently slumbering green
The twilight vivid within my soul
Is for the moment...unseen.
by Jeremy Halstead
|I awoke at 3 p.m.
Fearfully, I crept from the safety of my bed
to face inevitability.
Honestly, I wonder why I leave that place...
my slumber, my security.
Without fail, I found false hope in Saturday.
Just another time to drift.
I drifted aimlessly about the world,
hoping to share my gift.
Without fail, the world was dry of love for me.
Love...my gift to share with thee.
Does the world not need my company.
That's just how it seems to be.
Now, I retreat from this battle
with nothing left to say
except that I awoke at 3 p.m.,
yet still had such a long day.
|Throughout our lifetime,
we make difficult choices,
that decide our fate.
|I wish that you could read my mind
And know my love is true
For lately I have come to find
I only think of you
And maybe you can't be with me
To put my mind at ease
But you still left your memory
To bring me to my knees
I know you always meant to keep
My heart beside your own
But as I rest my eyes to sleep
I know my heart's alone
I wish that I could read your mind
And know you think of me
But still I fear that I would find
That your heart has gone free
Just know my thoughts will always be
With you and what we've been
With hopes that you still think of me
The way that you did then