Voyage Of Discovery

When I started my journey on this gleaming ship,
I was only looking within,
I greeted the voyage with such reverie,
And felt joyousness shine through my skin!

Then I glanced at the others; they looked so sad!
Like their soul had been swept overboard,
Dragging the gaiety out of their minds,
Leaving smiles as something they could not afford.

So I took the stage with a pendulous bow,
Whilst the rest meekly shuffled their feet,
And as I looked over the dancing array,
I saw their closed minds like the flags of defeat.

I felt like the only one on this boat,
Who wasn't infectiously glum,
I wanted to radiate happiness!
I wanted to have some damn fun!

To be bright, and talented, but carefree,
To dance round the deck on a breeze,
Impervious to anxiety,
To embrace and enjoy the high seas!

I knew that many would shadow me,
And I'd draw the concern of the crew,
But I was the queen of the moment,
And those others were lost from my view.

But the limpits in life, though terribly dull,
Still attempted to hang on my tales,
They were just coasting along with my flow,
I was one higher life form, adrift by myself.

I wished for a time out, so I could gaze back,
Viewing tape that may have been recorded,
To see if this lady in a daring dress,
Caught eyes weeks ago at the time that she boarded.

But no playback exists, and I hear the slap,
Of a wave crashing against the hull,
And I sigh and I dream, of hope upon hope,
So that I might be borne aloft like a gull.

I imagine a time that I might come to know,
A person of substance and style,
A bit crazy maybe, and a spark in their eye,
And willing to sail far away from denial.

A Lie In The Woods

An island in amongst the trees,
Remains unruffled by the breeze,
As forest creatures shuffle by,

Not one catches anothers eye,
For fear is rife amongst the woods,
Where open hearts are damaged goods,
And thoughts and feelings given wings,
Are not pleasant or spoken things.
Life turns against the path of time,
And seeks to coat the trunks in grime,
So that the bark cannot be touched,
And branches withered, tightly clutched,
Won't rally round at plaintive cries,
That burn brightly from lustful eyes,
Kept bound up safe and free of fear,
Or so it seems when not so near.
A glance inside reveals the truth,
The rot beneath the woodland roof,
Caused by the worship of a lie,
That curses all to slowly die.