Hope's profile

She was born on a cold winter's day as the shadows of twilight bidded farewell and the first rays of sun christened the sky Life contained within a seedling nestled itself within the turbulant nature and the snow blanketed the earth For many days and nights it lay dormant beneath the snow and the seasons changed The clouds shifted in the heavens as the sun moved closer towards nature and the earth beckoned to it's call The snow turned to rain as the earth drank in it's tears and the soil beca...

Where are you, my beloved? Are you sleeping beneath the shrubs or laughing in the treetops? You tantalize me with whispers in the night and awake me with music of your love I am your weakness and you are my strength Do you laugh at my follies as I search for you? You kiss me and run and hide and I seek you Why do you tease me? Are you testing my love for you? As you sing to me from beyond, I harken to your voice I long to touch you but cannot If only for a moment and your gone Oh how you taun...

You come to me as gentle sheep seeking to seduce me with your sweet purfume You feed me with honey made from the bees which you keep locked away in the dark cellars of your hearts Busy bees, mechanically working Building, Creating Planting seeds and giving birth to a bigger swarm And when you go to the dark cellar to fill your cup with honey Proudly made from your own hives with your own labors Angry and imprisoned they turn on you They sworm about you and sting you The sweet purfume turns to...

As I walk along the dark path crawling on my knees, for I have stumbled With a tear stained face and an anguished heart groping for the ground beneath my feet Tired and alone, confused by the shadows of the darkness Praying for deliverance, but knowing none I feel the presence of someone walking towards me Vaguely, I see a hand reaching for me Is this the hand that will pull me to my feet or will it lead me deeper into the depths of the night? And how am I to know, for my journey through the ...

To you, love of my flesh trampler of my words Calously, you pour salt upon my words You drink my blood and you spit upon my spirit Why do you seek to destroy that which you do not see? Am I not spirit as well as flesh and blood Why do you look upon the ship and care nothing for the ocean beneath? For who truly directs it's course is it the captain of the ship or the hand that holds the ocean? For is not the ship at the mercy of the ocean? And yet, you admire the ship, the magohney wood, the c...