Artifice of Love

Don't fall in love with the you reflected in my eyes,
that's not fair to the me that falls in love with what's before me.

Don't tell me what I want to hear you say,
I'm just what you always wanted - you adore me.

Don't pave the path of days ahead with ideas of love,
I'll believe them seeing flaws in me when you ignore me.

Don't take my honest heart and words to feed your ego,
I'll give them sincerely in faith you understand me.

Don't weave a tale, idyllic, to keep from being lonely,
I'll feel it's true and think you truly love me.

Don't hurt the heart which believes despite what eye sees,
I'll mourn and grieve so hard it bleeds me.

Don't deceive - it's cruel to hurt a truthful soul,
Just let me be to live my dream alone - it suits me.

Don't paint for me your artifice of  love. 

Attic

Wooden stairs curve into mystery

sunlight's beams beckon the curious

through the doorway see possibility

relics of past lives hold secrets forgotten

calling to now - a shout to heart from memory

lump in throat holding desire to explore

excitement awaits with fear as its company

creaking first step announces the present

into the past, present seeks probability

learning truth through reflections concrete.

Sun Bring Peace

That stroke of morning
first moment of a new day
memory lives here like moving pictures
moving the heart to beat a little faster
moving the mind to wander into the next
moment.

Eye lids weighted
sleep creeps warmly over
dreams wait to sift through thoughts
thinking framed by perception
perception turns on its self, into the act of
transcendence.

Sun of tomorrow,
I pray,
Bring Peace.