"What are you so afraid of?" she questioned.
"Everything," came the reply.
"You haven't even scratched the surface yet,
you know you have to, and you know the reasons why."
"I don't think I can go that deep ...
there are some secrets I need to keep.
Sometimes I don't want you reading my mind
and some things just cant be held by rhyme."
"There was a time when we were the same mind ...
when you desperately needed the rhyme to define.
It rocked you like an abandoned child,
cadenced console from lonely running wild.
It kept you sane ... held you beguiled."
"Some things are better left unsaid ...
left buried like the dead, left alone in my head.
Some things are better kept inside ...
you don't know the times I've tried,
you don't know the tears I've cried."
"I know you better than you realize ...
after all, I see you through your own eyes.
With me there's no rejection ... I am your true reflection.
Yet from me, you now feel the need for protection?
You used to say I was the one who gave you direction."
"What about the times you leave me behind?
Need I remind? It's you who takes my words away ...
where's the intentions of kind when you're gone to stay?
For now it's probably better this way,
for all the things I'm feeling these days ...
there'll be no right words to say."
"Would it be too much for a hurting heart to conceive,
that the silence's true intent is meant as healing reprieve?
You need to believe in me like you did when we began.
You have to find a place to make your stand ...
even when I have to let go of your hand."
"Why do you always need me to bleed?
You think I don't know that it's off my pain you feed?
Then you go away leaving me in quiet concede.
I'm tired of begging you for inspiration ...
tired of this desperation. I no longer feel the anticipation.
I cant live up to your expectations."
"The only thing holding you back is you,
You need a different point of view. Ask yourself
how you got so lost while standing still?
Honesty comes with cost, the truth is a bitter pill."
"Sometimes you ask for more than I have left to give,
the parts of me I cant forgive ... the pain I'd rather not relive."
"Let's do this the way we have so many times before ...
walk with me through this last door.
What are you so afraid of?" (she inquired once more.)
"Of never being inspired like that again ...
of never touching the warm, the way I did back then.
Of never quieting this ache that burns from within,
of never being loved again, the way I was when loved by him."
"The inspiration will be yours again,
all you have to do is let me in ...
then trust again in your promised pen."
"I'm not promising the words will always rhyme,
I have to find my own way this time."
"That will always be your choice to decide,
the inspire ... is mine to provide.
From silent stirrings deep inside ...
is born a poet's versed voice in cadenced confide.
Let nothing nor no one try to turn this tide.
The tears ... they must be cried ...
the words ... must not ever be denied."
"When your own emptiness is all that's getting through,
There comes a point when you're not sure why you're still talking ...
I passed that point long ago."
Now I'm sitting here wondering what to say
(That you might recognize)
Afraid that all these words might scare you away
(And break through the disguise)
No one ever talks about their feelings anyway ...
Without dressing them in dreams and laughter --
I guess it's just too painful otherwise."
from: Late For The Sky
... and I don't know why ...
Why should love come down and just sweep me away
I want to fly ... but there are so many things in my way.
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (05-07-2002 12:40 AM).]