The Rope

6-13-07
It was black.
Too dark to see.
But there was rope.
Right next to me.
Thin, but strong.
Fully there.
Called to go.
Not to know where.

Walking on Water

5-23-07

When the guiding stars are covered by clouds,
When the path is hid by darkening shrouds,
When I cannot see, I cannot breathe,
For the shadow is choking me
When I don’t know which way to go
When I’m caught in an undertow
There you are, when I look for you,
I reach out, you’ll pull me through,
You took my hand and called me daughter
You taught me how to walk on water.

The Thing About Mountains

3.12.2007

If I could see the mountains would they be crowned with snow?
Would streams there find the fountains from which their diamonds grow?
If I could see the jagged peaks would they rise high above the earth?
Would they be worn from teary creeks so endowed with gems of worth?
If I could but see the feet of this mighty chain
Perhaps my heart would meet with more than salty rain.

But the thing about these mountains is they cannot touch the sun,
They have no bubbling fountains, no place for harts to run.
If precious jewels are buried there, if promised roses grow…
The surface of the sea is bare for the mountaintops don’t show.

The salty sea around me tells of hills beneath the deep
There is nothing I can see, but these waves which always weep.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Full of emptiness
I look for you
Surely, God
You’ll pull me through.
I thought at first
This was the way
But now the path
Has turned to gray

What if...

...what if when I, A'rora of the Hidden Castle, were not asleep all those years? They called me the Sleeping Beauty. Sleep came later. It crept, like a slow curse as my existence passed into legend only. Before the sleep, there was time to think, to pray, to agonize, and to wait.