Thursday, 18 August 2011

Your Arms

When you first held me close,
My heart against your strong solid chest,
I felt the hole inside me close.
Your arms wrapped warmth around my heart,
Your arms ignited a fire, a scorching heat.
No words needed to be spoken,
With a simple touch the message was clear.
You held me so close,
I felt the ache within heal.

Your touch felt like magic,
You were my private magician.
You rocked me in a rhythm,
A rhythm of your heart.
Your touch felt like gold,
Pure and stunning in its clarity.
I melted in your embrace,
You melted into mine.

Here we are, twelve years down the road,
We have worn off our soles in these roads,
Here we are, grown up and brave,
We have seen so much and done so much.
Here you are, here I am,
Unshaken and true.

Your arms are still inviting,
Your embrace so tender and true,
My very own private magician.

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Rock Me To Sleep

When the pains comes and grip my heart,
When breathing becomes are task of force,
I know exactly what my heart needs,
Whether day or night your hand is love,
Let us take a journey back in time,
Rock me to sleep like you did when I was small,
Back when your arms were reserved just for me.

Your gentle hands, your soft voice,
Sitting at the edge of the bed,
Back and forth, left and right,
Rocking me to a peaceful place.
I need that tonight for my fragile heart,
I need that to chase bad dreams away.

Today was a long day,
I cried, I smiled, I made it through.
I felt pain, I acted brave, yes I made it through,
But now I only need one thing to make it through,
I don’t want to act brave, I don't want to grow up.
I need you to help me through,
Gentle rock me to a land of peacefulness.

Friday, 05 August 2011

A Cry From A Girls' Heart

Her heart breaks with every beat,
her head spins with every thought,
yet she stands up,
she looks up,
and lives each day as if all is well.

She retires to bed with a headache
because of all the burdening
thoughts of the day just spent.
She smiles as she says "goodnight"
to her loved ones,
yet her insides are broken.

She wakes up with a big smile on her face,
she tries desperately to hide the pain,
bouncing into the kitchen with glowing cheeks,
this one has mastered the art of hiding her loneliness.
Many see the bubbly beautiful young woman,
but the mirror, oh the mirror shows her true self.

She spends her days in open spaces,
she lives afraid of her own dark shadow.
She lives her days hiding in a cluster
of faceless people,
afraid of what might happen if she's alone.
She follows the line,
living as the world expects,
but her heart is troubled,
broken into pieces.

Her head boils with every thump,
her sorrow worsens with every stomp.
Yet she gets up, she holds on,
and starts each day with a smile.

Tuesday, 02 August 2011

Full Circle

Full Circle

 The woman proudly displayed it, as if she could tell the future.
Little did she know her nine months of pride,
were going to be years of pure beauty.
The woman carried him with pride,
I know this because of the results.
You ask me to bet on it, I say just take a look at him.
Because he was carried proudly by a woman on a mission.

For nine long months, days and nights combined,
the hero grew strongly.
For each breath she took, I know he kicked with joy,
anticipating the day he blessed the world with his presence.
Counting hours till he kicked right into this lost world.
No worries, for he will be one of its few great things.

Today its the big day, a hero is born among us.
Call them all, those close and those unknown.
Come see beauty the way only God intended.
But he is just a child, you say.
True, but he will grow into a man, real to the core.

Call the singers, pull out the drums and let the dancers move.
Form a circle, join your hands and don't forget your best clothes.
Light a fire, bring the gifts, sing the night away.
Give him a hero's welcome,
make sure it'll be remembered long after the stones wash away.

Years have come and gone, the world has changed with each day.
We've changed with the wind and floated with the water.
You ask me again, were my predictions true?
I ask you my own, can't you see him shine?

In a world forever changing, a world violent and harsh,
he has only gotten stronger, his light shines so bright.
He lives his life in truth, taking each step with dignity.
He walks like a real man and for those who look its clear.

On that beautiful day, I know there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
On that day God himself was very pleased with his work.
The heavens rejoiced, applause erupted.
But if you ask me what happened that day my answer is very simple.
That day an angel was born, but his halo only shines in my eyes.

Dedicated to m 8yr old nephew...!!!