reunion
dulcet tones on mandolins
and guitar strings of gold
stages of my life play out
as memories grow cold
a moon dance on the river
reminiscent wind
stolen moments coveted
take me back again
when starlight streamed so subtly
our voyage just begun
there still was spring in both our steps
the night still very young
but time has stolen you from me
and left me with my grief
my tired body slowing down
gargantuan relief
to know that I will join you soon
to dance in twilight's kiss
of all the things i've done without
it's only you i've missed
Deep End
Save me from this meltdown
Mired in my sin
When I get too near the looking glass
Sometimes I fall in
Little voices mocking me
Laughing?
I can't tell
I do what I want anyways
My conscience goes to hell
To buy some flowers for the vase
Sitting in my room
It clears away the cobwebs
I can't get to with my broom
Basket weavers sit and weave
And sell their pretty wares
Oblivious to all life's pain
They go on unaware
The halls all echo hollowly
It seems I've lost my friends
I'm only talking to myself
Madness closes in...
Listen
The fragments of a broken union
Pierced a tiny heart
We never noticed what we wrought
So eager just to part
Our lives go on or so it seems
Without a casualty
Too wrapped up in our own needs
How could we not have seen
All emotions held inside
So eager just to please
So afraid that one wrong move
Would cause someone to leave
But time is not a healer
Of every wound it seems
Those emotions need release
And find a different means
Striking out at those perceived
To only interfere
We always hurt the ones we love
Because they're always near
They feel they sting when aim is true
When blame has been misplaced
But when it comes to facing facts
We wear a poker face
We say the words they want to hear
We know them all by heart
When deep inside our own emotion's
Tearing us apart
So anger keeps on growing
Searching for release
A small child slowly disappears
Inside an angry beast
What could be wrong we ask in awe
What is his defect
When perhaps the blame should really lie
With the one the mirror reflects
How can we hear what children say
And wonder what we're missing
If we don't even take the time
To sit them down... And listen
Christine Williams
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