peeling

this separation feels like peeling
as you pull yourself away
and for all the time that I've spent healing
emptiness still found a way
and now my mind is reeling
and I'm trying to make my way
and everything is closing in
as I wake to greet the day

I dreamed I had a ball of light
that I was meant to give you
the moment you slipped off into the night
I wasn't sure I'd live through
so I sat upon the desert floor
and I cupped it in my hands
and as the glow slowly died
I just tucked it inside
and surrendered to the darkness
that had blanketed the land

and I wish that you could help me see
because I still don't understand
why I can't be the woman who
can soften the heart of this hardened man
so I'll be a friend of silence
until I hear your voice again
because all the pain of loving you
is worth it in the end

listen

listening to the sound
of the rain outside my window
up all night again
head awake upon my pillow
and paper light falls softly
to illuminate the night
and I wish that I could find a way
to make all that is wrong go right

and the wind it seems important
if you listen to the trees
it drives the rain down to their roots
and winds its way through new spring leaves
and it whispers like a secret
things that every body knows
that the bounty of the havest
depends upon the seeds one sews

and the right thing is subjective
it can not be written out
it's all based on ones perspective
our own hopes and fears and doubts
but when no one seems to listen
it doesn't mean you have to shout
just let your strength be letting go
of things you'll learn to live without.