My Ballerina

Skipping through the Flatiron Cliffs
Always on stage in the arena
In a wave pool of faceless people
The surrender of love for my ballerina.

Young and fresh but quickly bored
Her beauty sings like the skys
Charming the strangers on the street
The wonder of dreams, her face belies.

A piece of Heaven loaned for now
Born in a bath of blue white light
In a journey down an endless highway
Praying softly in a starless night.

The Beauty of the Bride

The moon was bright behind the clouds
The air was cold and damp.
Snow laden, the branches bowed
The far off glow of a reading lamp.

The muddy trail beneath my feet
A tunnel so gray and blue
The scent of pine is bettersweet
My life is gone, I live anew.

The smell of smoke offers hope
The endless walk has no pain
No hills, no ruts, no slippery slopes
A flickered clearing on the plane.

No change in pace - a steady walk
The stoney sky turns to blue
I want to know, I try to talk
The leather's soaked from dew.

The clearing comes as I stand still
Words are written in the air
The Master's Plan brings a chill.
A shudder, light and a scare.

Should I be calm or should I fear
The events that will surely be,
For the ones I left, hold so dear
Or will their doom set them free?

There's beauty in the dying star,
The galaxys glow when they collide.
The fire's destruction from afar
Foretells the beauty of the Bride.

Reality

Temptation reigns in the heirs of the separatists
The vision of perfection is seen in Man, not spirit
Ignoring the brush fire of Islamic supremacists.
Lead her to the truth, but you can't make her hear it.

When the truth is painful, she creates a diversion.
The core problems go against her sensibilities
To find real solutions would require a conversion
To the inevitability of pain and her vulnerabilities.

She can't see the tyranny cloaked in compassion
The time is short in the thick sea of tranquility
The sun struggles to pierce the fad and the fashion
But the light of truth knows no credibility.

Potential forgotten, lost in humanitarian gifts
A sourceless passion to help remove all need
Opens the evil ones to capture so swift,
Through the lust for power, government greed.

There is no special statement, no enlightened rule
No epiphany dawn by any mystical creature
To rescue her from being the most common fool
That denies the consistency of human nature.

The Encounter

She looks across the barren street of missing themes
Hanging in the balance of life's forgotten hope.
She waits for him to look her way amid a silent scream.
As sanity like life itself slips down a crooked slope.

Capturing his gaze she looks away, acting so demur
In a world of loss, the church bell sounds a lonesome knell
To fate, a missing destiny, her moment to defer
Looking back before he leaves, her eyes reveal her tell.

He slowly walks across the street with just an ounce of fear
She waits for him in another world, slipping oh so slow
Into a state of wantonness,  as his approach comes near.
Nothing said, nothing remembered, nothing more to know..