The monsters gather around the edge of the remaining light,
probing and poking like half remembered dreams the that haunt
us in the early morning.

I reach toward a vision of love I had, only to have a demon
rip it from my grasp, leaving my soul empty and longing.

I don’t dare remember for fear of losing what memories I have left.

As I look around, I name the beasts that stand just beyond
my reach, tanting me, daring me to challenge them.  But I cannot.
Because I am once again afraid, afriad of losing myself, and my hope. 
A hope that is still new in my chest, still trying to find it’s fit. 
A hope given to me when my world was once lost and disguarded.

The icy grip of surrender grips me as I realize that I am
again alone in the night, facing down the same demons I have
faced a thousand time.  Staring out into the nothing that is
my future and my past I can see myself doing battle over and
over again.  Never giving up.  Things are different now.  I am
weak, tired.  Tired of figthing because I have forgotten what
I am fighting for.

I call to you, and you are not there.  Were you a dream? I pray
that you were not, for I do not think I would be able to fight
another fight against the creatures that plague my sould were
that so.  If you were not real then the love and faith that lives
within me would not be real either.  That is my salvation, my one
saving light in this world of unending darkness and pain.

Peace settles over me like a blanket, enveloping my heart with its
warm touch as I recall you standing before me.. face to face, our
hearts overflowing with love.  Then I remember where you are, and
I look out beyond the growing herd of beasts to the glimmering
castle beyond.  It is then that I realize that I will have to battle
my way thru to get back to you.

As I take a deep breath, I think of you, and of your smiling face.
I think if all the times I heard you say “I love you”, and of all
the times I knew, and you didn’t have to say a word.  I gather my
strength from the fact that if only in my dreams, I was loved
without end.. without question.

My sword is my belief in you, the only weapon I have. As I peer
out into the black that surrounds me I know deep inside that you
are with me.  I charge forward, not knowing wether I shall survive
this battle or not.  But knowing that no matter what the outcome,
I am loved.

———-

Time passes us all, and things change.
People pass in and out of our lives so fast we sometimes never knew they were
there.
Truths become fables, fables become myths, myths become legends.
Today passes into tomorrow, and tomorrow never really comes.
And thru it all we adapt and change to met the times.
We love and learn, hurt and hate.
But when you look beside you one thing will always remain the
same…………
I will be by your side.

———–
Even the deepest darkest fears flee when I am with you.  You are my rock, my
foundation.  The anchor to my soul.  You have brought back feelings I thought
long forgotten.
I want to thank you but words seem to fail me…….
Except for three..
I. Love. You.

There are hopes and dreams left untold,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
Dark clouds break and the sun shines bright,
and joy is echoed even in the night.
What will we do when the winter dies,
when summer brings the world alive.
Stay together thick and thin,
and let the cycle begin again.

The future is new and the past is old,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
The clouds are gone and the skies are clear,
and you know in your heart that no storms are near.
Who will we be when the summer does wane,
when the trees change color and we walk in cold rain.
Who we were meant to be outside and in,
and the love in our heart has no end.

Passion silently unfolds,
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
The clouds have gathered and the storm is here,
but in your heart you no longer fear.
The passing of time and giving of hope,
for love is eternal inside of both.
When the summer cries, and winter screams,
that is the tale, of future dreams.

Love is young and life is old
in a ball of crystal and a cup of gold.
When peace does come in the dark of night,
and the passion of life still burns bright.
Holding tight the world now seems,
to anticipate the future dreams
And in the shadow of the waning tide,
I will always be at your side.

In the place of longing thought, where the struggle is for naught.
Seek for me and you shall find, that the trouble’s far behind.
Conquered, beaten, victory toss; it is not a savory loss.
Left in tangles soaked in tears, forever and a thousand years.

Courage filled with endless hope, with the earth star far below.
Makes the past seem out of time, and the passion forever shine.
With sun and cloud in endless war, the pace of life goes as before.
Pricked with cupid’s poisoned darts, shaped by fate and paper hearts.