A Dream

2010 January 26
by Quiet Waters Rise

Photo courtesy of R. Barela



Softly as a feather
You brush against my cheek
Quietly as a whisper
You speak to me in my sleep

As gently as a lover
You caress my skin
As profoundly as a song
I hear your voice within

Notes so clear
A touch so real
A dream in flight
Oh, so near

Fluttering … Flittering …
Your gossamer wings
Right before my eyes -
My impossible dream

Emily’s Story

2010 January 15
by Quiet Waters Rise



Only five years old
Emily hold tightly to her doll
She’s trapped in an unknown world
So sweet, so innocent, and so small


Night is nearly upon them
As she sits shivering with cold & fear
Lying in her mother’s arms
Wondering, tonight, what danger is near


She finds it hard to fall asleep
Lying beneath the cruel night sky
As they hide in their secret corner
Hoping to be left alone by those who pass them by


Emily is much too young to understand
She cries for home, her room, her things
But mom tells her, “It’s okay honey,
We have each other, our hopes, & our dreams”


In a state between wakefulness & sleep
Mom holds Emily close
Desperation fills her heart
Knowing there’s nowhere else to go


Morning finally arrives
They’ve made it through another night
Emily awakens to her mother’s tears
And tells her,
“Don’t cry momma, you’ll see, we’ll be all right”


Days and weeks pass by
And each night is much the same
But as the nights grow colder
So does the illness and pain


Mom no longer seems to move so well
So in their hidden corner they stay
Even the search for food -
No longer happens everyday


As another morning finally arrives
Emily awakes at her mother’s side
But today, Emily is too young to understand
Why mom won’t even open her eyes


Emily,
only five years old
so sweet, so innocent …
Left all alone


Emily,
Only one story of many
in our failing economy






**Important Note:**
Image above is not my own and was found on photobucket. She is not Emily, simply a portrayal.



Thief

2010 January 15
by Quiet Waters Rise



I open up the page

The first glimpse of who I am to be –

She lives in a fairy-tale castle

In a world of knights and gallantry

She dreams of her one true love

Whom her dad, the king, despises

The battle is fought and won -

Their love forever immortalized

The story is over

It’s the end of one life

Now time to move on

To overcome a new strife

In these pages

I can live many times

Within these stories

I commit my secret crime

I am a thief

Taking of these lives

Because it’s the only way

For my soul to survive

When the story unfolds

I am no longer me

My heart then will not feel

My own pain and misery

It’s an addiction like no other

One never before heard of or told

It’s my own secret sin -

An addiction that cannot be controlled!