Lens of My Eyes Collection

If lost were a person,
it would be in a state of idolatry.
Consumed in thoughts too loud to hear.
Bearing a weight too large for scales.
Drowned in sadness and wearing the face of madness.
Running in a cycle that always returns to start.

The end never nearing its approach,
like a roach, its lifespan exceeds the limitations,
but its limitations never come to an end.
Seeking the sun, yet it never comes.
A force that heavily weighs.

The weight too heavy to hold,
so I let go.
Only to find I'm holding more tenfold.

Am I seen?
Can anyone see me?

I'm standing in a crowd
wearing black on black.
Dress code: Black on Black.
Can you see me?

My face is pale.
Weather too cold
to feel my fingers and toes.
Can anyone see me?

I'm yelling so loud
my voice cracks
under the thunder roaring of voices.
Can anyone hear me?

With every smile I wear,
I bear a lie.
Nights are days
and days are nights.
Time always moving forward,
but always gone.

I bear a name -
a name with no fame.
Does anyone know me?

If lost were a person,
it would be I.
Treasurer of all treasures.
Consumer of all greatness.
Finder of all things lost.
Shepherd of lambs.
Creator and mastermind
of mass ideas.

You See Me.

I'm down on my knees
accompanied by something unseen.
Mumbles of groans whispered in solace.
My tears kept as a keepsake of love.
I leap for joy as deer do in mid roam.

He sees me -
I triumph in joy.
He hears me.
I am seen.
I am a voice -
a sound that reaches the Heavens.
He knows me.

A journey that ends
but also begins -
A heaviness that holds no weight,
for it is not mine to carry.
A silence that holds no void,
but peace.
The sound that overpowers
any matters of dark and grey.

A warmth that coddles
sadness and grim.
I ride with a roaring rush of water
that flows rapidly -
never idle and still,
yet always at peace.

My heart beating
with rhythm and purpose,
flowing and arriving
at multiple destinations.
I am of one sound.

Standing firm and tall
as a tree rooted in good soil.
I am firm in my foundation.

As branches are as nations
and its leaves of generations,
I am of one trunk -
One accord.

A mountain, wide and strong,
though its peak is as Heaven
bearing many treasures.
A rose amongst thorns.
The light that widens
at the end of the tunnel.

I find myself standing in the midst
with a breeze that carries
an exalting sound
as Angels sing in choir.
I am a voice -
a sound that reaches the Heavens.

I stand in a crowd
wearing White on White.
Dress Code: I.

Seek me no more,
for found I am.
I was lost -
but am no longer.
I was lost -
but now I am found.

Bare feet planted on the cold floor.
Belly pressed against the marble counter.
There's a woman staring back at me.
A reflection of myself,
of old and new.

Who is she?
Is this me?

The sun greets me with warmth that beams upon my face at the peak of day.
It shines of treasures that can't be seen in unlit places.
It finds notes of maple that highlight the unruly curls that sit upon my shoulders.
A ray of rainbow gleams past me.

My eyes, brown like fresh-cut wood glazed in ice.
Cheeks like small pillows resting on my face, blushing pink like roses in bloom,
all full of grace.

I see the wrinkle that creeps across my forehead
and the layer of fat that droops under my chin.
They hold stories too old for memories that grow thin.

I must not let them see the old in me.

The lashes that once curled deep upon the gaze of my eyes,
now thin and scarce.
I see a girl of yesterday -
hiding behind wrinkles that greet the corners of my lips.

Oh, those lips -
sweet talkers with bursts of red wine
telling stories of old,
reminiscing on the girl
she used to be.

I live in revelation that is clearer than blue skies.
A version of myself young and new.
A story where vain meets truth.

Smiles wide and bright
that mask what's true.

I am you -
and she is I.
A girl old but new
who carries tales of wisdom
but speaks of new.

I have yet to reach the peak of my season.
I will find you,
the girl who hides behind the fashion
where old meets new,
a vintage version of you.

You are this girl,
this girl who I've defined
and picked apart like cherries
from an orchard farm.

Where is she?
This girl...
Who is she? -
The woman standing before me.

For this woman is neither friend nor foe.
She is the past of old and new.
She is the present of young and you.
She is I.
An older version of you.

A kingdom within me has risen
from trenches grown in royal lands.
A conflict of territory,
one whisper, one command.

Hidden behind walls of ancient stones,
darker than earth drowned in the tears
of clouds that cry.
An eerie fog creeps along murky waters,
a season where shivers awaken cold hairs along my skin.

My mind, a guardian of sacred treasures.
Diamonds fit for regal hands.
Pearls a quiet beauty.
Every thought a hue within my hilt,
shining like jewels upon my sword.

Yet my mind, succumbed to the thief in the night -
all clothed in white,
a core of darkness inside.
He steals my glory,
and every light that dares to shine.

A masked voice that spreads rumor,
hiding behind dark humor.
His presence, a fierce fire,
burning the very oxygen from the air.
Yet frozen as ice, a numbness of a thousand thin-point needles.

How I've longed to live as kings amongst kingdoms.
To sit upon the throne.
Oh, how I've longed for a place of stillness,
a place where every prayer is heard.
My mind a reflection of spoken Psalms.

A fierce controversy of desires
pulls me into deeper waters.
A battle that tugs at me -
one side war -
one side peace.

Ambition and greatness
fear and failure.
One voice - darkness.
The other - light.

I see you.
One a villain -
the other - heroic.

So who am I, if not the king of his kingdom?

I am the Queen.

Neither enemy nor friend.
I discern darkness
and I discern light.