Poetictonez

He waits for me in the garden, where the colors of a rainbow bloom. He searches for me in my hidden place, when the sun shines brightly at noon. His spirit guides me through the maze, He answers my forbidden questions. He prepares a place for me, and equips me for life's lessons. He softens my hardened heart, and dries up my continuous tears. He keeps me safe from harms way, while his presence erases my fears. He welcomes me into his home, and places no criticism on me, He loves me for who I am, and gives me freedom to let me be.

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but when I look into the mirror, that is not what I see. The reflection resembles scars of sorrow and pain, a fragile heart being broken repeatedly, a lonely soul seeking refuge, but never finding it. Being isolated in this cruel world, trying to distinguish between what is right or wrong, acceptable and disgraced, and what road to travel this tiresome journey on. Oblivious to what others find comforting, in this ungodly world of sinners, as our being perishes into nonexistent dust. Somehow the grass outside is blanketed by the morning dew, I'm confused as to why the the world continues it's rotation on a broken axle. Never knowing the trip is about to abruptly end, and left at a stand still like broken glass, or misplaced puzzle pieces with no where to belong. Restless souls roaming the polluted air, seeking a resting place for their iniquities, afraid to let go and let God challenge their battles for them. Yearning to be triumph...

I closed my eyes and tried to remember, but for the sake of me I could not. I pondered on it all night, repetitiously I searched my thoughts. And just when I believed I found it, once more I was to be fooled. It wasn't the real thing, so quickly it disappeared without a clue. This game I'm tired of playing, it's making me a loser. So many years have passed me by, I wish I would have figured it out sooner. Deception knocking at my door, I wonder if I dare answer? Don't want to be captured like a prisoner, to again be abused by my master. The solutions lie within me, I hold the key the lock. When I choose to exit the stage, this merry-go-round ride will stop.

I can feel him, when I close my eyes, for his heart speaks to me. In his poetry, in his rhyme, in his song, in my mind. Like a beautiful flower beginning to bloom for the first time, is how deeply I want to love him, unconditionally, inside and out, no restrictions, no limits. His words embrace me like heaven's clouds, his voice caresses me, so tender like a first kiss, ever so carefully, sincere and secure. He fills my day with joy with just the slightest thought of him, I am overwhelmed with emotion, I desire him, I admire him, I love him. He does not know the power he possesses, for he dwells in humility, kindness and positivity. He uplifts me. Such a gentleman is he, he protects my heart with honor. So freely he shares his world with me I know not of loneliness but of love and tranquility. He will never understand the magnitude of his influence in my life because he doesn't look for praise or recognition. He just is and he just does, has always been and always was my first ...

Love abides by no rules, it's depth is endless, it's plight is high, it expects nothing and criticizes not. It appears like a thief in the night, but harm it does not know. It's aim is comfort the lost and forgotten. Sometimes it is misunderstood because at times it is stern, strong and firm. It's a free spirit and cannot be regulated, by thoughts or actions. It owns the right to it's destination and direction. It can't be bought or sold, and not to be defined as young or old. It holds it's own self worth. Love abides by no rules, stipulations or restrictions. It creates it's own path Like water to a plant. if nurtured, it will last.