Marcy
Names and places hold memory, and… Memories can lift you up, or maybe… Just as everything in our lives, t… Echoes with a silent voice, that r… At times they bring a smile, while…
There are places that I go, When traveling in my mind, Some are places I’ve already been… While others I’ll never find, At times it’s easier to be alone,
A solitary figure; stands watch ov… Escaping from the daytime;now unco… He stands silently waiting; for th… The part that’s now missing;a part… He silently stands watch; waiting…
All of us at some point, Have shadows in our lives, Waiting for the morning light, With the dreams we’ve been denied, Shadows from things in our pasts,
A dragon peers out across the land… And it’s ruby eyes see all, Brightly colored emerald green, With a silent voice that calls, It’s eyes look like glowing embers…
We live our lives most every day, With the hope we’ll see tomorrow, Overcoming negative events, Living with joy and sorrow, We try to plan the days ahead,
Down a crimson trail;travels the p… Questioning its destination; when… As the heart supplies; thoughts fe… And until its beating stops;there’… The heart taps out its steady beat…
As I lay my head, on a pillow so… I close my eyes and think about, t… Slowly pictures of the past, come… And as the breathing slows its pac… A sign is written on a wall, its l…
Drops of red adorn the snow, A trail leads off in the dark, And as we follow the bloody trail, Do the drops come from a heart, As moonlight glistens on the snow,
There are things inside of me, That no one will ever see, And these days I believe, Only you can set these skeletons f… I guess I didn’t understand,
In the twilight of an evening, Underneath the stars, Snow deadens the sound of everythi… Silence with the scars, The world is blurred by falling sn…
There is nothing that you can do, There’s nothing that you might say… To make me believe, you do not car… Or make what’s found, just go away… We both struggle with the past,
When we close our eyes at night, What things do we see, Something different than in the li… Or dreams that live and breathe, Can those dreams be a better place…
We search for things that calm our… Or things that ease a worried mind… Yet if we worry about what might g… We don’t have the time to find, Peace might come in many forms,
A figure sits atop a rock, A cool wind caresses the face, Sitting with their thoughts alone, And a whisper invades this place, Time is spent with ears straining,