Poetry in forms of pencil strokes

She took the midnight train...

She looked out wistfully
Eyes gleaming and far away
Down the tracks and past the station
For the moment she'd be free

She was running away

Running away
Running wild, running scared
Running fast and running free
Running with the reason just to be

She heard the whistle in the distance
And doubts began to fill her head
Doubts about the choice she made
But something nudged her, "look ahead"

You may think your future's written
You've planned it
Plotted to the end
YOU are the sole creater of your pleasantly plotted plan

But she has no worries
Well, no worries, that's a lie
No worries, seems to me, to have something implied

She has her worries, has her doubts, too
She has her fears, her battles with tears
She has concerns, many things she needs to learn

But she has hope.
And faith
And grace
She knows one day she'll see His face

The train rides swiftly down the track
And she knows there is no looking back

The route's been mapped by more skilled hands than hers
And it's to this map that she refers

A map that's like a puzzle to be figured...
For an adventure just waiting to be triggered.

Seeking Him Whom My Soul Loves

Take this heart, it's all yours
I'm tired of this role
I'm done playing the whore

I've chased after everything I could afford
Now my mind is more tired than my legs have ever been before

"Was it worth it?" You ask, as I'm lifted from the floor
"Yes" I answer
"If only to show me you are the only one I should adore"

You call out; arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away...
Your love is sweet, draw me after you; let us run, I say

And so we do, in leaps and bounds
And my heart can feel eyes all around

They whisper of this long lost lover
One who doesn't stay under cover

Tall and ruddy, with eyes like fire
Oh, lover of my soul, come take me higher

I am seeking him whom my soul loves
With him, I find peace

If you find him let me know
I'm looking for the one whose life I need to lead

I should be your reflection in the mirror
Living a way unnatural to me

Despite my human inhibitions
You lived, and died, and rose for me

What love! What passion, overwhelming!
Give me grace for understanding

The height, the depth
The length, the width

Of this abounding love
I now hold in my hands

It scares me and I try to run
But again you take my hand.

You lead us through tumultuous waves
Toward the warm and stable sand

On backs we lie and count the stars
So numerous and grand

He tells of his love, greater than the stars
And I wonder...
How could I ever leave this man?

And yet I do
I shamefully slink away

But with graceful reprimand
He brings me back, tells me to stay

For I am his, and his alone
All others are sub par

And I again I wonder, and I swear
To never roam so far

Here I've built a sanctuary
A hiding place and shield

A refuge for the weak and wary
To You I gladly yield.