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.

She walks in beauty

So, I think I'm in love...there's this poet, and nearly every word he pens makes me involuntarily melt inside. His name is Byron. George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824). And today, I'm going to share one of his breathtaking works with you.

"SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"

Running To Find You

Run away.
I just want to run away
From all these doubts and fears of disappointment
Feels like I'm going nowhere at the moment

Drive.
I wish I could drive through the night
Emerging in the soft glow of the morning light
Unafraid of not knowing when or where my journey ends

You.
Sometimes I wish you wouldn't plague me
Or that you'd swoop in and save me
From the chaos in my mind

But instead you hover
Like a shadow of a lover
You're there one day, then gone another
Like you can't make up your mind

Skip.
 I wish that I could skip somethings in life
Like this unpleasant feeling we call 'lonely'
But then I'd miss the whole adventure of you getting to know me

Though, I know there's so much more to living life

Life.
Why can't life, most days, be easy?
I feel like some days that I won't sleep until I die

So I content myself with dreaming
While through my window sunlight's gleaming

Because they who dream by day
are aware of so much more
than those who only dream at night

Night.
 For many, I feel, night is a truly confusing time of day
My body is weary
My feet are dragging
My mood is dreary
And yet, Night is when my imagination comes out to play

Here.
 Here is where I leave you
But where 'Here' is, is up to you
And with you, I leave an image
Though a rather fuzzy image:

Of a girl wandering through life
skipping town
driving through the night
A girl running away,
 just to find you.

Running away to find you, here.

Poetry in forms of pencil strokes

A peculiar treasure

There is a girl I know, whose helping hands help people grow.
Her heart, so beautiful, is larger than the oceans
And when she speaks, love is verbally put into motion
Beloved by all, this girl of slight frame stands bold and tall
This gorgeous creature is blessed with compassion knowing no bounds, truly a heart for the lost
This gorgeous creature is blessed with skin the color of creamy coffee, and bouncy black raven locks
A precious and peculiar treasure, is this girl I know
For she belongs to a savior who's love has made her pure as snow
And though, some days, she feels crushed, as if by the whole world's cares(and sometimes told things that catch her unawares)
She will always have arms to run to
Arms ready for a sweet embrace
Arms to calm and reassure her
Arms that make her feel safe
For she is a peculiar treasure
One only a fool would let go
Unique and unattainable by all
Except the one who sees inside her soul
This is the girl I know
I call this girl my friend
This girl, like me, a peculiar treasure
One I'll cherish 'till the end.