• Home to You

When I didn’t have the words,
You let me sing your song.
When I couldn’t remember the tune,
You would always hum along.
When I felt I shouldn’t stay,
You let me go my way.
Only now, I find you knew,
That I’d always come home to you.

When you sang your songs
I dreamed of green fields on summer days
Butterflies danced on the wind that stroked my hair
And a knight rode down from his castle built on air
We picnicked by a stream beneath the weeping willow
He, my only love, asleep, my breast, his only pillow.

When I didn’t have the words,
You let me sing your song.
When I couldn’t remember the tune,
You would always hum along.
When I felt I shouldn’t stay,
You let me go my way.
Only now, I find you knew,
That I’d always come home to you.

When you played your songs
I dreamed of harvest nights beneath the autumn moon.
Bonfires flickered in eyes that reflected the brilliance bright.
And a peasant boy took my hand under that silver light.
In an ever spiraling circle we danced through the field
He, my only partner, entranced, myself, his fate sealed.

When I didn’t have the words,
You let me sing your song.
When I couldn’t remember the tune,
You would always hum along.
When I felt I shouldn’t stay,
You let me go my way.
Only now, I find you knew,
That I’d always come home to you.

When you bid me farewell
I dreamed of bitter cold through the chill of winter white.
Furs wrapped tightly around to stay the midnight chill.
A princess sits within her tower room by window sill.
From there I watch daily pilgrims who come and go
For he, who never comes, and I, a cup filled with woe.

When I didn’t have the words,
You let me sing your song.
When I couldn’t remember the tune,
You would always hum along.
When I felt I shouldn’t stay,
You let me go my way.
Only now, I find you knew,
That I’d always come home to you.

When you welcomed me back
I dreamed of budding trees and the flowers of spring.
And of lambs newborn on untried legs fighting to stand
Of a warrior brave who returns home to reclaim his land
To find the love left long before never wed to any other
I, who remained, faithful, and he, rejoined with his lover.

© Antithesis

Advice to self:
First, remember to enjoy the day


it may be the one that you take with you.

Second, regrets are best left in the past


the future is where hope lives

now is where I am.

Third, laugh more often than you cry,


since it is the remedy with the best price tag.

Fourth, never make promises you don't intend to keep,


it is difficult enough to live with the ones you can't.

Last, friendships are the flowers of your life,


nurture them so you can enjoy them for your life.

But never forget, a joy given to another without hope of return


Finds its way home to the heart that gave it birth.


© Antithesis

Quicksilver flashes, bubbling mirth,
Innocence within a child's memory,
Rippling joy sounded unleashed.
Held dear within, protected
Whether from anger denied or fear realized
All housed in a clay not formed or fired.

© Antithesis

I only despise being judged
By what people see
Yet cannot see beyond.
I, too, love beauty
Still so many miss the beauty
That goes beyond flesh.
Here, all that exists
Is what pours from my soul.
Pain or joy, fear, insanity.
Words are what and who
I am
Corporal reality is intangible.
I curse the camera,
Even the human eye
Which blinds the soul to realities
It cannot see.

© Antithesis

Once again the building is dark.
Happy workers have taken themselves away

To home,
To taverns,
To places other than here.

And yet I remain.
Footsteps sound down a darkened hall.
Or are they imagined fancy?
The screen stares back at me,

Waiting,

Its cursor blinking,

But,
For what?

Blink, blink, blink,

Blink, blink, blink, blink,

Blink, blink, blink,

Blink, blink, blink, blink,

Blink, blink, blink,

Blink, blink, blink, blink

Blink. blink...............
................................
................................
Eternity.

© Antithesis