Double edge sword...

The piercing point of the sword

threatening the very life

that I hold.

The eyes of the holder,

black as the seas depths,

The look of red hate burns fierce in his eyes

I look the threat right in the face.

The look of shock crosses his dark mask,

for I have a double edged sword...

Homesick

The place were my soul lives

The white sand and the streaming sun

the place I want to be.

Where I can lay out in the sun and be kissed

by your creation.

It warms up the cold of my heart.

The swaying of the wind with

the grass matches the mood of my mind.

The little town of my heart,

I miss you my little peace of heaven...

Someday...

The thought of tomorrow

the someday I have been waiting for.

To live for the now is better than the grave.

To have a chance at tomorrow.

To live a life worth dying for...

The day my body sours up in

the clouds of gold.

My cloud not a box but the open sky.

To live for the day of tomorrow.