Take a moment, take a breath In a world where a pause seems eternal Hold tight to the moment of choice That moment it yours Take a moment A breath Remember it’s real And what will be left There is value for you Just hold on Easy for me to say I know. I Love…
Your voice; a symphony You stole a chord When you disappeared There’s a gap in music Syncopated heartbreak Underscoring you Rhythm like rain Melody like moonlight Holding onto hope Love & laughter so light But tears in tornadoes Our symphony Our fight
A poem about a woman's letter to her lover who is lost to his worser self and her hope for his return.
Two halves to every story, to sides to every curse,
The hatred or the lies of love, I fear for which is worse.
Held in his arms but locked inside your heart
When I hold my breath you don't feel so far
In the blink of a heartbeat I hear your voice
Waiting for the moment when it becomes my choice
The cold hands coiled around my own
Could never be warm, or make me feel home
It's your eyes I want to live in
A soliloquy written for puck; her love for oberon. Excerpt From an original play: 'Cubed'
A soliloquy showing Puck's love for Oberon. From an original play: 'Cubed'
Our love is as a melody; once magical – now mundane.
If he could simply take his time to listen, truly listen to the words with his heart he should find what he fell for, what enchanted him about our song.
He loves me not, but my heart holds me to his will at least a while longer. I cannot work my charms upon him, he is immune to such trickery, and I could not live with myself, nor not with him neither if he were not to be authentic in his love.