Monday, November 5, 2012

Her Dream

If this ink dripped on you,
would judgement turn without thought?
If I saved your life, in the next life,
would you then take the time to listen?

(Unblocked by your fear, of what could be).

In this moment, we're already there.
Just waiting for your nightlight to kick,
and push away your fear of the unknown
that darkness brings.

Worried minds
forever evolve dead ends.
Leaving you nearsighted with thought,
still farsighted from what's real.

Open hearts in confidence,
hold keys that break down walls.
Leading certain paths for you to create
all they believe not possible.

(Using everything I know, you hold inside).