The Pages Turned

Sentimental nostalgia
within the pages turned.
Lay the beauty and gold
for which my soul has yearned.

Player, lover, ladies man
are what your eyes may see.
Within the pages turned
a deeper man is he.

Though he shines a light so bright
everywhere he goes.
Within the pages turned,
a roaring fire glows.

His heart he opens to all,
and with all he openly shares.
Within the pages turned
it's his soul he lays to bare.

Honor that I've been selected
not only to bask in his daily light.
But also within the pages turned,
witness his soul take flight.

Periphery

I live in the shadow

of your busy life

For there is no room

 To bask In your light

Kept in secret

Hidden from sight

It’s not wrong

yet doesn’t feel right

I ponder the timing

and universe’s plan,

for which I admit

I’m not a fan

So I settle

to exist in your periphery

Sentenced to wonder

will your light ever shine upon me?

Putrid Waters

In the silent darkness
of this desolate space
within a dwelling where
I   do   not   belong,
the putrid waters
of fear and doubt
seep in to drown and suffocate
my perplexed mind.

So once again I protect my heart
within the stone walls of my
newly    erected    tower
centered in the mote
of the toxic and deep waters of my mind.

Safe and alone once more
daring a shiny armored prince
attempted access.