It’s the thing you cannot See Carried in Tranquility It’s the force that exists in your silent reverie It’s the whisper in your eyes when you have yet to speak It’s the sound of morning As fresh as new wet dew It’s the voice inside your head drowning beneath the surface it’s the silent scream
Eden
Surrounded by your supply And you yearn for all that’s not Fulfillment is here, it’s now Yet all you know is want Too busy searching for all you lack To see the garden you may grace Endless fruit waits to be consumed, Empty hands reach for what’s not there Oh you who thirst in the
Awe
I am in Awe and Awe is in me Awe is unseen yet it’s in all things in order to Be Awe is the Piece that desires release whispering pleas once unleashed it is You set free I am in Awe and Awe is in me
Sole
It is the sole strength of a woman who goes her own way To look into watered eyes of love and whisper “i cannot stay” It was this sort of love she would admire in a distant gaze As colors of passion adorned the sun kissed sky each day For her, Love is larger than
Who is he ?
I look back and try to retrace those moments That melted even faster than the flames first caught fire, When bright ember eyes sparked with so much life And tinder teased in laughter ready to ignite Remembering rekindles the joys of innocence Fueling the feelings of freedom in childlike play As I watch, I wonder
Coming to Life
Suddenly it began to open before her unseen eyes She could feel eternity expand from within her Reaching out, as the book slowly stretched, Like it had been asleep for ages. She was awakened to the point Reality became a dream. Her story unraveled with each step she took Into the pages, she was drawn
Unphased
Do you know who you are When there is No One, No Thing To take your time and space Are you afraid of silence Are you scared to be alone Do you fear all you’ll hear From those deep dark cages Are you looking for approval Do you need everyone to see Have you marked
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Is Black and White All You See?
You are White, And bright you are Pure and clean. Simple and neat Then there’s Black, The Anti All Covered and cloaked. Distinguished and Bold Neither see me, though I’m a part of each. Blinded by dualism and polarity. White is the paper, black is the pen, Grey is the meaning given within Tricia ileen
Sleeping Beauty
Love is beauty and she sleeps Surrounded by her Comforter As Solomon sings, Do not rouse or awaken love until it so desires Some ignore His song laying treasures at her feet Hovering over, holding out, For something they do not receive Unrequited longing slowly sighs & departs Love laid in patience till she was