Small voice, speaking in such love.

Telling a way that is lead, a way that's chased,

calling to me, as a dream to fly away.

All I Need

Sip of a cold mix of milk and espresso,
takes over ever fibber of my being. Thoughts
racing, heart pumping, an unnerving feeling
shaking display of whether to be or run.

Thoughts of my own, actions obscene,
yet you take all of me. You love me.
Others hide and run from this crazy side.

Bring me closer to your arms, bringing me closer,
not turning away. My heart melts of this unspeakable
love, I cannot understand or touch. Under this mind
only you can love me. Only you want me.

Sweet Apple.

You stand and watch, from a distance so it's like
It's like a play. Yes that's right. You played me.
A play on the world, maybe, yes, even the world was fooled.
I trusted you. Even when I knew better. But you had an apple.

You seemed so sweet and kind. There could be no harm.
A sweet old lady with an apple. I had just thought to make pie.
Watching me. She looked so intently. Maybe it's simply
her age and that is what happens when you're old.
No one could harm me here. No one even knows I'm here.

It's almost as if no one knows I exist. You knew though.
You sought me out. Your evil could not be hidden. His
light shines bright than yours an cast you out. Here I stay
strong. . . Be gone with you. No matter the mask, he tells me the truth.

One Truth

Tossing and turning is what happens when the darkness comes.
In the light of day, anything seems comfortable. Your presence
keeps me at peace. When the light deep your presence seems to
take over. I feel your warmth and guidance calling to me. When I hear
your voice, I know things are right. His voice is trickier and conniving.

One voice in loving and tender. It hopes to see me succeed. I love waking
up to hearing your peace. I can be so caught up and in a moment of letting
my guard down to hear you, he invades our moments together. Trying to
corrupt the blessing that I just praised for over coming. Your grace guides me.