Reflections

I caught a glimpse in the mirror
And saw someone looking back.
Someone older, someone wiser.
Grace and beauty she did not lack.

Some other poems that I've neglected to post

Loss of Sense

A sandcastle of sanity
Right on the ocean's edge.
An albatross egg of great wit
Left on a narrow ledge.
Society is crumbling,
It knows not what is lost;
The features of humanity
Are things which have no cost.


Loving Beauty

A light so brightly burning,
A love so sweetly shining,
But what is good is good indeed
And greatest fear and deepest need.
For what seems harmful to be
Is but nourishment to me.
That you think it a fool's ploy
Can just rob me of my joy.
For I care not to greatly be,
Just that I'm beautiful to thee.


Dedicated to Wes

Give me a heart purer than gold,
Refined by fire & out of the mould.
I know for sure there will be pain,
But let me choose it again and again.


Stars

All the stars up in the sky
Shine their faces down from high.
Their light is bright
From such a height,
But a little girl is all they spy.

Apologies & a poem

I apologise for the lack of anything here. I shall try to remedy that.

Dedicated to the girls in the Narnia house.

Laughter surounds,
Noise abounds,
Girls are happy and fey.
If jokes are around,
These girls will be bound
To laugh for the rest of the day.

Fallen Angels

I want to float
up in the sky:
to be among
such colours high.

I want to fly
up to the clouds
to see the view
above the ground

but as for that
it shall not be
for i have lost
my wings, you see

i fell to earth
both stunned and lost
i sinned and oh
what things it cost

now i am charged
to live in strife,
in human form,
a human life.

oh, I shall see
my God once more
when clouds do roll
and oceans roar

but till that time
I'll do my best,
live my life, then
come home to rest.

Friend

You love me despite my faults,
Sympathise with my pain.
If I had to choose a friend,
I'd choose you all over again.

Disconnected

I live in two lives.
You're in one,
But now I've moved to the other.
You are fading away.

Blood

my blood smells like the metal floor it's dripping on;
rivulets streaming to the floor.
does it take a twisted courage to cut,
or a severe lack of any?
water piercing my skin like burning arrows,
mingling to form swirls or red.
not a mark is on my arms - they're smooth
my nose is the source of the blood