the calling.....

i hide behind these thick thick walls
to save myself from all those falls
when love comes knockin’
and i hear its sweet sweet calls

the lost...

as she sat staring
into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost
an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly
she began to see what was

it began to take shape to become -
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink flesh
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating
her heart

she glanced furtively
upward directly into the eyes of -
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost -
the eyes of herSELF -

the theft...

the more
she tried
to remember

to surrender

to the mist
of her faded memory

the more embattled her soul

as if some stranger
some trespasser

a foreign interloper
had quietly
and stealthily sneaked

into the deepest 
recesses of her self

and plucked and plundered
till
there
was
no more
remaining