Core of Stillness

In the stillness of the predawn night,

strange thoughts and desires steal all light.

Alone silent figures slide hidden,

coming to my side unbidden.

They whisper to my fears and loneliness

stirring primal urges within my breasts.

Desires forbidden the bid my embrace,

and of sinful temptation they bid me partake.

I can not allow my heart to succumb

for if I do my life will be undone.

For I can then see that at my core,

frail and weak I am nothing more.

Journey

This journey we call life is a curious road

We travel alone in the midst of a crowd

No one can follow exactly in our way

And we never know where to go each day

We can be master of all walk tall and proud

Or be a slave to whims of others around

Neither is wrong, yet neither is right

Whatever helps get through the dark night

By far it is better to be one or the other

Than to be trapped between another

So choose a path that suits your call

And walk it true, let it be your all

UNanswered

I sit alone

My curtains are drawn 

The silence envelopes me

Cradles me in its loneliness

I hear a voice of reason

But I cannot listen

It speaks again

Shouts for my attention

But I do not hear

I see the light penetrate

My minds intense darkness

But cannot move towards it

It grows bright

Beckons me to notice

A beacon in my night's sea

But I turn, and let it fade