a dreamer's prayer

And now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul will keep.

And should I die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul will take.

And even if I never rise,

I'll never lose my shining eyes.

For death alone is not the end,

Our souls the Lord to heaven sends.

Make no mistake, our life is sweet,

But think not ill of heavy sleep.

For dreamers live a thousand lives,

And worry not to say goodbyes. 

the moon

She was like the moon.

Thriving in the dark, only displaying her beauty for the fields of emptiness that whisper through the night.

She was like the moon

Answering every call, regardless of the numerous wounds that pierce her.

She was like the moon

An always faithful watcher and protector, keeping the secrets that no one dare tell.

She was like the moon

Constant and loyal, never betraying her true nature.

She was like the moon

Followed by the peace of the eve, silencing the commotion of life.

She was like the moon

Known by all, remembered by none, waiting patiently to be recognized.

She was like the moon

Always alone, but never isolated, sheltered by the sheets of dotted black and white.

She was like the moon

Neglected and overlooked, always to be replaced in time.

She was like the moon

Part of her was always hidden, no matter how you tried to uncover her.

She was like the moon

Wishing for an endless night, trying to forget to fall down...

the reality of things

It's such a mystery why they come when they only ever leave. 

We feel like they're the best thing that's ever happened to us, until it's over.

Then we finally contemplate what it was really like, what they really did to us.

We focus so much on the good that we completely ignore the bad.

Until the day when you find the one whose good overpowers the bad.

Until the time that you realize you still love them even when they nearly push you off the edge of your limits.

When you reach the point where it's not just an attraction, it's an understanding.

Complete acceptance. 

I might not know just yet, but I will soon enough.

recognition

To an adult, it is easily overlooked.

To an adult, it is often left unchecked and remains hidden underneath the swarm of everyday stress.

Somehow they have forgotten what it was like, if they ever knew.

To the victim, the helpless adolescent overwhelmed with emotion, it is real.

In the eyes and mind of the one afflicted with feelings, it is vivid.

Even with the knowledge that it won't last long, it seems like it will stay forever.

To me, it is not easily overlooked.

To me, it is a matter of personal independence that stands in need of attention.

To me, the time of recovery is dependent upon the source.

For the girl that spends her nights in silent tears over matters she wishes were different, I have empathy.

For the boy who lies in the dark wondering what he did wrong, I feel sympathy.

For the one who looks to find release in the edge of a blade, I show compassion and concern.

To the wallflowers, I stand as a witness.

To the dandelions, I testify of beauty.

To the silent keepers, I make a promise:

You are not alone.