FAIRY TALE

To Joanne May

Look for me where I am not,
And there you may find me…
On the leaf inside the rain drop,
Or… hidden in the tree.

I grow the wings for those who dare,
To step inside my world,
And let the colors of the mind,
Become the story told.

I’m not the riddle veiled by words,
I’m what the dreams unveil…
I’m all the colors of the sun,
I am… a fairy tale.



© 2010 Josephine Lake

PUPPET SHOW

The puppets play on stage,
Sweet music right behind…
They dance for the audience
Enticing everyone.

The smiles and the applause,

Oh, what a great time…!
The hats are flying high,
Confetti all around!

But audience doesn’t see

What’s there behind it all…
Pathetic, pompous blitz,
Designed to fool the most.

The puppeteers laugh,

As their show goes on;
They know so well the craft
Of getting what they want.

They pass on the candy

And few little crumbs…
“Oh, they're so generous!!
Let’s give more applause!!”

“Let’s give them all we’ve got!

And then again some more!!
They love us! After all,
We’re the ones this show’s for!!”

“We can sit back, relax…

‘Free will’ sounds all too strange…
Let’s just do what they tell us
And contribute more change.”

The puppeteers reign

Just like they did before;
The audience falls again,
For puppets’ charm and lure.

The audience sits in haze,

As puppeteer’s hand
Takes golden horn of plenty,
That gave life to their land.

© 2009 Josephine Lake

UNTAMED

Come to me at dusk,
When colors fade away,
Like summer memories
On cold November day.

 

Come with your gentle touch,
And soft words on your tongue.
The hidden flame inside,
Is burning far too long.

Then take me to the place,

Where the wild horses run,
Where the winds brush my hair,
And where dreams rise with sun.

Let us forget the world

And all that we don’t care.
Let us have this one night
With all that we can dare…

 

Our lips in warm exhale,
As bodies touch unwrapped,
The hearts beat in one tone,
Embraced by love tonight.

…

I send this wish to you,

With my untamed desire…
Don’t let me wait tonight,
Come now and feel the fire.

 

© 2009 Josephine Lake

EMBRACE

I wished for you
and you came
with drops of dew
touching my face,
and gentle breeze
brushing my hair.

You found my soul
when it was lost
in someone else’s life.

You brought the dawn
with copper glow
that lifted the haze
of unveiled desires.

Eternity was now,
confined to embrace
with no beginning
and no end.

And now was the eternity...

It feared nothing
for it was meant
to live beyond time.

I wished for you
and you came…
and your touch
made us one
for eternity.

　

© 2009 Josephine Lake

EADEN II

There we are…
Living the gift of life

Rich and poor,

proud and modest,
arrogant and humble.

Surrounded by life and death,
by love and fear,
by good and evil.

I want Life to blossom,
I want Love to prevail,
I want Peace to reign!

© 2010 Josephine Lake

REMEMBER ME NOT

Remember me not… but let me for always,
Hold you in my heart,

Like I should those days.

Days which won’t come back, even if I try,

Through the tears and pain,

Bring back what I miss now.

I missed all the things you so loved to give.

You were trying to tell me,

Each time ready to forgive.

But I wasn’t there to care and to hold,

And the pain broke your heart.
Then… my world stopped.

I still see you now with wind in your hair,

And I miss you so,
In deep pain and despair.

You are gone now and only the heaven,

Deserves your heart
To rest in forever.

And I don’t want you to hurt anymore,

So remember me not…
As I was before.

 

Copyright © 2005 Josephine Lake

EDEN

We found her,
and She gave us life,
She felt our thirst
and She became the water,
She felt our hunger
and She became the food.

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

We’ve torn Her flesh…
She cried in silence
as the seas turned red,
filled with blood
of her children,
but we turned away…

Told it was ok…
by sickening egos,
manipulating minds,
arrogance scared of dying
and clinging to the vapor of its life.

So easy to believe,
so easy to forget
and leave behind the awkward…

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

It’s not a nightmare…
it’s Her life, it’s Her blood,
it’s our life She doesn’t need…

We want it all;
we take and reach for more
in worship of false love,
and yet… She gives again…

Who am I…?

no one…

A grain of sand in the desert
bears more significance…
A drop of water in the ocean
bears more power…

so… why does it hurt…?

I want to wake Her wrath,
I want Her will
to move the mountains;
I want the arrogance
to decompose
in the realm of Her power
and become nothing…

I want to wake Her wrath.

We were given an Eden
and what have we become…

© 2010 Josephine Lake