WICKED THINGS
I wonder
Under the currents beneath me
Where would I be happy?
I am a little disconcerted
I am a little uncomfortable
Until it is you and me or me alone
I find home in the simple pleasures
But this is not the measure of my life
A taste of strife
The sharp edge of this sword
Makes me feel alive
A little pain everyday and I sort out
The pieces of my mosaic life

I seek the smooth road of fiery beauty
Need the warmth and rapture of beauty
This exquisite visits me
But it is the dark
That keeps my pulse alive
The unknown the dangerous life
That challenges my peace and my calm
My armor glows and I stand higher
In the face of change
My face looking up in the rain

My boundaries are not yours
But the touching of the walls we build
Is a portal to see beyond our green
Into the realm of each our heart
And when I am always thinking
I seek the refuge of just being
And when I ride the seas of complexity
I breathe the relief of calm simplicity
This friction makes sense to me

I protect my world of beauty within
Then run out into lifes adrenaline
And succumb to the rush of this whirlwind
I find a thousand way to fill my time on quiet days
I live the life of magic and old ways
Play the part of queen and slave both fervently the same
And I step into the life in my darkened world
And unfurl the fantasy that is my reality

Now I awake with the eyes of troubles lofty face
And compel you to create an immortal place
Upon whose battle has been fought
I am caught breathless in the onslaught
Like fifty lashes tied to the dreams in me
My day is done and I sleep recklessly
Aware of the sweet line of dark and light
Crossed in noble flare like a wicked dare
Wordlessly I sleep and hope for simple waters deep
Silently I sleep and dream of wicked lovely things
That the dawn will bring