An Angel's Surrender

Tears of sorrow fall upon the sands of time;

searching, my broken heart cries your name.

Images of you, haunt the walls of my mind;

were the tender words uttered, pieces of life's game?

Enveloping my soul, illusions hush my desires,

for the yearning warmth found within your embrace.

Sorrow, silently glistens, upon pools of fire,

reflecting the soft, inviting images, of your face.

Emptiness rocks my thoughts, shakes my soul;

dancing alone, my heart aches, years for love.

My eyes so saddened, filled with tears of gold;

searching the silver clouds of heaven above..........

Pain drowing in crystal rivers of salted tears,

tightly grabbing onto the long fingers of wanting lust.

Suddenly slipping, falling, within my confused fears;

the Lord's voice, trembles my spirit, surrending trust.

Cascading upon the stars of senuous sin's,

I cowardly creep upon paths of the unknown......

Forever lost, walking amist these false dreams;

left to wither - silently weeping - eternally alone...........

by P A Garrison

September 92

Come.....Walk With Me

The soft, soothing lullabye of the whispering wind,

presses ever gently, upon my weak-torn face.

Quietly reminancing, I drift far-far away;

faintly, a voice calls, "Come walk with me......"

My aching heart, wrenched in deep despair,

weeps, longing for a comforting embrace.

Empty illusions run wild within my mind;

Softly, a voice asks, "Come... walk with me?"

The depths of my deepest-darkest fears emerge,

crashing angrily against the walls of wanting time;

Crumbling apart, my life shattered in pieces;

tenderly a voice trembled, "Come... walk... with... me..."

Collapsing down, upon my battered-bruised knees,

I surrender to you my life, my sorrows, my tears.

Embracing my soul, lovingly you lift me up,

with a gentle touch, "I walk away with you!"

by P A Garrison

8/22/99

Vagrant

Silently I walked aimlessly about

upon many barren roads of stone.

Quietly wandering, a vagrant in time,

frantically searching for a place called home.

My travels nourished my mind,

fed my soul with exotic dreams.

Filled the emptiness deep inside;

thus, satisfying all my tender needs.

Weeping so gently, my eyes

seemed ashamed of the future fortold...

Crying tears of hurtful pain

searching for comfort,  within the cold.

I did try many a time,

to confront these illusions I had bore.

A coward, that I was not;

I just couldn't stand to live anymore.

To wake up caged-locked inside

a corpse of eternal living hell...

So, I met the reaper all alone

and quietly he closed my empty cell.

In Memory of a lost friend.........

by P A Garrison

9/21/86

A midnight blanket of a 1,000 shimmering thoughts,

floated endlessly, sleeping in eternal slumber.....

Two lost souls, awkwardly drifting all-alone;

embracing the quiet stillness-goodbye, is certain.....

Gentle caresses against their soft, simple bodies;

the errie, echoes of the wind, did ever, tenderly kiss.....

Reminders of Bitter-Torn dreams, forever lost;

swept away, in the arms of undying eternity.....

Cold, icy rain, trickled, dropplets of drenching desire;

salted tears, filled with Heavens sweet sorrows.....

Thunder angrily banged upon their hardened heart's;

fleeting dreams, rippled reflections, deep within.....

Memories fluttering, like pages of an old-torn-book;

each word, a silent thought of their past, forgotten.....

Slipping through the corridors fo their fragile minds,

too worn and tired to continue the listless sherade.....

The dark and shallow emptiness-tormented desires;

constant reminders, hurting, realities, cruelness, saldy life.....

Forever Forsaken, the comfort, the embrace of the other;

frienship, love, sadly fading - bitterness the theif.....

by P.A. Garrison

10/13/98