Dream Life

                                        I guess you could call me broken, says one. I'm still lonely, says another, but now I can name it with a song. In my poem, says another, I can forget I am forgotten. Now I understand being misunderstood, says another. And another says, in a bold, undeniable voice of power, I won't step down from myself again. And they are beautiful, beautiful, standing one by one at the mic where they have come forth at last from behind the curtain.

                                                      I'll always belong  to myself even as many times as I'll try to give myself away and as many times as someone else will try and take it I'll always belong to myself and you'll always belong to yourself unions are not formed by giving yourself away but by coming together two minds two hearts two flames two contributors two architects building their mad or sadly sane worlds together I don't want to be you and I don't want you to be me the beauty the love comes from our acceptance of each others' souls

                                             They say there is a reason. They say that time will heal, But neither time nor reason, Will change the way we feel. For no-one knows the heartache, That lies behind our smiles, No-one knows how many times, We have broken down and cried. Gone from home that smiling face, Those cheerful, happy ways, The heart that won so many friends, I bygone Happy days. We want to tell you something. So there won't be any doubt. You're so wonderful to think of, But so hard to be without. We cannot bring the old days back. When we were all together. The family chain is broken now, But memories live forever.

                                          The moon has always been the ocean's most jealous lover. But every time he has tried to fully control her tides, She has turned into a terrible tempest and broken through his chains with such fury, only allowing him the illusion of control on her smallest, weakest tides Woman , you are the ocean. And no one, not even the moon itself is allowed to control your glorious, beautiful tides.