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There Are Places I Go
THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
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There Are Places I Go
September 6, 1998
what words, ignored, or perhaps missed
like blossoms, thorny, sunshine kissed
dew wet and then, dried for a day
until the night, cold, comes to say
rest in the dark, let go for now
just stop, be still, leave why or how
for the moment, just close your eyes
and pretend, if you must, you are wise
let darkness hide your fears from you
let simple silence slip into
the doubtful spaces deep within
lost, afraid, confusions din
let wakeful sleep enfold your leaves
eyes open, while one smiles, one grieves
as bees feed on your nectar, sweet
in morning light, still incomplete
you open tentative, unsure
to hope for love, new day, once more
dichotomy, protects, attracts
beyond feeling, beyond the facts
just to be like blossoms there
opening for those who care
when i'm hurt. beaches with sunsets
that would stop my heart for a moment.
a creek, quiet, peaceful and secluded.
a garden glowing with moonlight at
one am.
oh how I miss beaches
yet water is here
oh how I miss sunsets
yet it does each day
oh how I miss gardens
how do they disappear?
do I close my eyes?...
forget what I say?...
oh where do I go...
when I go away...
places where i rest for a while so i
can gather courage and strength and
purpose for whatever lies ahead for
me and an escape from the past for
a while.
somewhere deep inside
where flowers still bloom
and space infinite
fills this tiny room
and hope eternal
overcomes all the gloom
and power of spirit
blows away the doom
there are smells that bring these
places to me in an instant, a certain
smell reminds me of my grandmother's
house. another reminds me of the
spring i graduated from nursing school.
for this season
in this place
the scent of the world is on hold
for hay fever
is allowed to remind me
of all the things I was once told
a penance for something
I'll remember someday
when I am ready
to come out and play
incongruous messages pointed at me
don't have to make sense to the world
as long as they leave me feeling less lonely
the petals unfurled, the fingers uncurled
to just be an opening door
I do not ask for much more
tonight has been strange for me, mixed
with happiness and sadness. for a moment,
i knew who i was, where i was going, what
i am going to do with this half of my life.
to know is half the answer
to do, the other half
to share completes the puzzle
to care colours it in...
i'm... i'm going to alabama.
i'm going to work as a nurse and
live my life so i can look myself in the
eye in the mirror.
and in the end, the only friend
that leaves this world with you
is the one you were born with
yes that friend is in you
and if you find her you will know
the meaning of your life
embrace her for she is the soul
of your eternal wife
your other half, your completion
your partner for the ride
is not found looking all around
but only found inside
but, is that enough?
for peace, perhaps, but not for love
for love wants more than just dreams of
sharing embraces and smiling faces
love wants to touch intimate places
feeling deeper than explanations
reaching for infinite sensations
still, to begin, we must find peace
before we can explore true love's release
it will have to be.
please accept not reluctantly
renew self emphatically
self worth is all you allow it to be
believe in you before you believe me
i'm going into the garden now. the moon has
lit the white moon flowers and their scent
fills the air, spicy, exotic.
and here in my garden
where I plant the words
with the flowers and trees
and bees and the birds
in these written gardens
words plant all my seeds
to define desires
and express my needs
welcome inspiration
like welcoming friends
the doors are open
the paths have no ends
and now I thank you
for sharing as you do
for it does inspire me
and it does remind me
whatever will be...
I always knew
whatever will be
I'm free too
i am free there.
:)
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