Invisible Love

I have seen your spirit from time to time
Your eyes always melts into mine
I have tried to say what my heart speaks
Yet the words are lost
As they are meek
With in my silences of emotions
Piercing my heart in longing for your embrace
Or a simple smile upon your face
Now, I leave it all in the hands of faith
To my angels of love and grace
If there will ever be a place
Within your heart for me
I will wait ever so patiently
In my silence shadowing breeze
If it is we are ment to be

By Deanne
June 18 th, 2002

With in Mother Earth

Within your arms I awaken...I set forth to journey into the dream

Within your arms I was loved...I search out ward for fulfillment

Within your eyes I saw Divine beauty...I sought blindly for ugliness

Within your embrace you sheltered me...For my shelter, my warmth I stripped you bare

Within your song you sung to me...I heard only silences ringing a deafening tone

Within your breath, I breathed air so pure...I merely suffocated you by exhaling poisonous toxins

Within your hand you fed me...I wanted more than your garden of nutrients

It is here and now I plea...Am I to late to save her from me

Can my destruction of her ever be undone...Can I ever return Within the harmony of Mother Earth

Deanne
10/1999 revised 03/2004

Bleeding Breath

With in her breath it bleeds
Quivering chills from memory seed
Thy longing thought of a dying need

Plunging deep into her soul
Fingers clinging, gripping to let go
Pain trickles thy rhythm flow

Stroking thy heart in her winters lair
Thy only warmth is a flickering stare
Of fires shadows of thy children once bare

Flames dance upon thy breeze
With in its breath it bleeds
Burning thy flesh it feeds
Its hunger, its dying need

Plunging deep into my soul
Pain trickles thy rhythm flow
Fingers gripping, clinging to let go

Of thy darkness, preying on her light
Begging for her sins, clipping her flight
Wings broken, victory in her sight

Within death lies a memory seed
A dangling thought she bleeds
For life is no longer her dying need

Pain trickles in thy depth of her soul
Fingers gripping, now let go
Plunging freedom, heaven she now bestow

Deanne
3-03-2004