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Sarah Anne Glenfield
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The Left Of Center Heart
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- My heart is heavy for you today
- for the burdens you carry your way
- You long to be free
- for simplicity
- Do you? Or am I reading you wrong
- My pull to you is strong
- You are now in my heart
- for your gift gave me a start
- I am scared of what lies ahead
- new territory to tread
- What will happen to me, to you
- a beginning, an end
- or just a friend
- What ever comes up I will face
- for I am stronger now in this race
- You will live your life, I will live mine
- whenever our paths cross
- it will surely be divine
- I'll cherish the moments
- I'll not ask for more
- I know you don't want
- what you've had before
- We are both looking for new
- not old, not blue...
- You seem content right now
- to bad for me and how
- I'll carry this with me
- the secret between we
- I'm scared of my feelings
- I know I don't want
- to send myself reeling
- As I have done
- many times before
- I'll see you in shadows
- I'll see you in winter
- I'll see you my friend
- always left of center...
Strength
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- I had a dream and it scared me.
- You were there, scared and frightened
- to take that step
- that one scary step
- I am too, fore I am like you
- scared to take that step,
- scared of you
- My heart is weak and yours is too
- Life is full of imperfections and so are we
- Life is but mistakes and lessons to be learned
- We can stay scared and learn our lessons alone
- or we could challenge them together
- When I look at you -- I see my reflection
- Wanting, but scared to touch
- scared to reach,
- scared it may be rough
- I've seen you my friend,
- don't be afraid,
- I'd be there for you,
- you 'd be there for me
- Sitting alone in my room as I think of you
- I think of the strength between us, that could be
- The strength in ourselves that could blossom into we
Find Yourself Free
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
My secret desires always conflict
with the morality that supresses me
I wear my heart out on my sleeve
as I have always done before
But you are not so easily deceived
you are disguised my friend
I do want you and I think you want me
but I cannot allow you too close to me
Fore my heart is still mending
and my self is not so trusting
You are still held by one someone
but if you ever find yourself free
come to me, come see me
In The Night
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- In the night I hear your plight
- the lonesome call of one so tall
- In the night your in my sight
- your in my dream close to my stream
- In the night you come a rapping
- waking me up from my napping
- In the night I hear a sound
- reminding me of what was found
- In the night you stir my soul
- making me restless in my hole
- In the night I cannot sleep
- for the memories that I keep
- In the night my cry so dear
- keeping me from sleeping here
- In the day I cannot wait
- until the night where I lie awake
- In the day my heart races
- to those thoughts in which have places
- In the day I think of you
- my petals glisten from the dew
- In the day I travel on
- thinking of you hard and long
- In the day thoughts come my way
- of next we meet come what may
- In the day until we meet
- I think of you I think of heat
- In the day you'll never know
- what keeps me going and makes me whole
- Until then you'll find me here
- deep in thought of you dear
- Until then unlike sinking ships
- I sit and think of your lips
- Until then until I concede
- I'll heed no warning of my need
- Until then I think you know
- I'll think of you as water flows
- Until then until I find
- our bodies mingled intertwined
- Until then until at last
- we twist together like in the past
- Until then my dearest sweet
- I'll enjoy the memories that I keep
In The Light
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- In the light I wake
- a brand new day
- In the day I smile
- for new things come my way
- In the night I ponder
- the past seems so much longer
- But then I sleep
- sometimes I weep
- But then the morn'
- comes once again
- And I smile think
- of the past, present and future
- I do not cry anymore
- fore the past is what makes me stronger
- In the present I surely think
- that things are got and will get better
- I see my future of many paths
- the one I take I hope it lasts
- I'll be happy fore you see
- theres no one else just like me!
The Crow
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
As dark's curtain falls unto the earth
you'll see my spirit begin rebirth
And in this time next you'll see
the beauty that is within me
As this happens my spirit lifts
the crow carries my most precious gifts
And with my night vision I surely see
clearly all that surrounds me
The freedom of the soaring crow
that is my spirit looking below
As I sit and ponder past
how I finally smile at last
And in the present darkness we
smile for a while and make believe
With this crow my destiny lies
fore he does carry all thats inside
His black satin feathers and wise old eyes
only in this creatures disguise
I hide my heart, I hide my soul,
I hide my face until I grow
The crow will guide me, teach me how
to become myself and never look down
To be at peace to be as one
forever liking the person I've become
In my life my crow and me
follow the path which carries me
Along the way, from time to time
moments shared are truely devine
Myself, this path, alone I must take
except for the crow which guides my fate
My shadow, myself as one are we
my crow and I forever we'll be.
The Music Box
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- I am in my room
- my own little room
- It is like a music box
- playing a single tune
- When I listen closely
- I can hear the playing
- Tunes playing from others
- very small room
- In this place, I am safe from harm
- It gives me comfort, keeps me warm
- In my room, you'll find me here
- with my thoughts and poems so very dear
- In my room I sit and view
- all that I have gone through
- In my room my trust is mine
- when given out, a gift devine
- Not to sure what to be
- I like my safety, I like to be free
- In my place, I've found true peace
- where I can cause things to cease
- In my room I hide my face
- under masks of different race
- If you need me, you'll find me here
- deep inside where visions gleam
- If you need me, you'll find me here
- deep inside where music dreams
The Chameleon
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
- I am the Chameleon
- I have many faces
- My color does change
- along with my paces
- My attitude changes, is never the same
- as the wind drifts, it calls out my name
- I see you coming, calling my name
- then the next thing I know
- I'm changing again
- I can become what you want me to be
- fore I am the chameleon, do you not see?
- With all of these changes
- I am not free
- Nor am I very happy
- because of the fact that, I can't find me
- In my journey, I'll look for you here
- deep in my heart, I keep you near
- Never too close, never too sure
- where this journey will lead me
- or how far will I endure
- I am the chameleon of that I can't deny
- I'll find my identity among the faces where I hide
- When I'm complete, I'll let you know
- You'll see me in a different light
- as I begin to glow
- I am here for you, my chameleon, my friend
- we're in this jouney, until the end
- You are in my heart as I've said before
- my friend who lifts me, when I fall hard
- I tell you this for one day you might see
- the real face, the face that is me
The Cry of The Wolf
by
Sarah Anne Glenfield
Do you hear the cry of the wolf?
Can you hear the tear as it crashes to the floor?
Do you hear the cry of the lost child?
Do you see the single trail the snake leaves as it slithers through the
lonely desert?
Can you see the lonesome eyes of the bat as it flies solo in the night?
Do you hear the lick of the soundless guitar?
Do you hear the scream of the motorcycle as it soars by on a road to nowhere?
Do you see the pain in the face of the old man?
Do you know about the pain that is hidden by the lost soul?
Can you hear the screams of the soul, fighting -- ever fighting?
Do you see the history in my eyes?
Can you see the last flickers of the flame from the candle that was lit on
both ends?
Can you ever know the thoughts that go through my head?
Do you hear my cry, the cry of my past, my present and my future?
Fore it is the cry of the wolf! -- Ever Searching...