Darkened Day

I embrace his soul on this warm spring afternoon.
I move within the shadow of his touch and yet I feel his aching desire.
I long to reach out and embrace him but that would be wrong,
knowing this distance makes it feel fresh, new, and alive.
To cross into that realm would make me escape the meaning of this need.
Only in wanting can I feel desire;
only in not having what I wish to possess can I take him completely.
I watch his every move, every gesture, every word that escapes his moistened lips.
The way he turns his head and looks out across the plaza-
his dark eyes bore into the very core of my being.
I feel a shudder, a creeping up my spine, at the intensity of his gaze.
He looks through me for only a moment before touching her.
The one he is with, the one who knows nothing about him-of the true man he is.
His touch is for her and her alone.
How it pains me to see him laugh and take hold of her hand.
I feel the burn of my tears as I slip farther back into the darkness that suddenly clouds the day and I silently slip away.

He Touched Me There

He touched me there.
I threw myself upon his feet and begged for more.
I took hold of his leg and prayed for mercy.
I held him tightly and wouldn't let go.
He comforted me.
I looked up into his dark blue eyes.
Twin flames burning into my soul.
He told me I was safe within his aching heart.
He lifted me up with his hands so strong.
Standing before him we were one.

Hand In Hand

I walked along future's beaten path,
wanting to stop and walk away.
I had all but given up,
a task for another day.
When up ahead I saw a weary soul,
trying to reach the very same goal.
Head held down,
without a sound,
shallow steps on the hot cruel ground.
Slowly I walked up by his side,
when he looked over at me,
I could tell he had cried.
The tears had made a darkened swell,
his troubled eyes told of his personal hell.
I touched his hand in mine,
and we continued to walk,
where all around was not a sound,
and neither of us talked.
We knew the path that must be taken,
and we were not alone,
for I knew that I would make it now,
with the friend that I was shown.
Straight on ahead toward the horizon,
without another worry.
I was walking hand in hand with time,
and with him I could not hurry.

Diana Nelson 2002

WHY?

Many times we have asked the question why,
to look for some answer in another's eye,
but the thought we often tend to forget,
is that others have different needs to be met.
We opt to stay true to our own point of view,
while we dispute the things that others do.
In us all we have a world of our own,
where all our beliefs and dreams are born.
Along the way, our minds are led astray,
for there is much we let stand in the way.
In many there is peace that can never be found,
and in this reality their lives are bound.
Who is to say what is really the truth,
when our very existence is planted in youth.
We truly believe we are seldom wrong,
and in this never know where we truly belong.
Searching for truth when life goes astray,
never believing in the good of the day.
For all the things that may happen to you-
and in all the places that life sends you to-
remember this now your whole life through-
When you say you are right and others are wrong,
and you favor your own point of view.
How can you be sure what you believe is true,
when others believe in what they think too.

Diana Nelson 2004

Paradise

Where is this PARADISE that we all search for,
that we pass up this world in want for more.
When did it get so bad that we had to believe,
that our only good thought was on wanting to leave.
So much on this earth that we never do see,
the changes it makes in our history.
This place full of wonder on land and at sea,
so many hidden places to set our souls free.
It took history so long to get us to here,
and still there is much we all have to fear.
Many worked and strived and what did they know,
they paid with their lives and their very soul.
Young ones were lost and the old very few,
doing what they could for what they thought was true.
We are learning all along what our past has to say,
hoping we will learn something from that day.
We have a long way to go if we are ever to find,
that PARADISE we lost-
from the one in our mind.

Diana Nelson 2004

Copper Rose

Down, way down below echo's sound,
far beneath where time is found.
There is a rose with tarnish thus,
broken thistles, waters rush.
The rose embedded in martyred stone,
without a touch it sits alone.
Many have come, gone and went,
never knowing what was not sent.
Reddened bricks stacked one by one,
up around with no view of the sun.
Not a single light shines in,
yet the rose it lives within.
It never dies, can never see,
yet it waits to be set free.
There is an urge one can't deny,
and so to pass unanswered why.
For the bud cannot wake up to bloom,
without another it seals it's tomb.
It will continue to sit and wait,
wanting only for the love of fate.

Diana Nelson 2001

Paincan Street

I walked along Paincan street and saw the sorrow there,
people sad, some were mad, but most without a care.
I looked upon my very soul and uttered out a plea,
in my darkest, desperate day may it never happen to me.
I know this may seem such a selfish thought,
for seldom do we wish for the lives we got.
For many people have traveled broken roads,
and carried the weight of heavy loads.
Then there are those whose dreams come true,
and never give thought to what others go through.
Seeing I will never reach the end of the road,
I stop and I look behind,
and know there are many hardened souls,
whose peace they will never find.
As I close my eyes to everyone I see,
I realize these lives are people just like me.

Diana Nelson 2002

Love is?

Love is foolish-love is blind,
love is selfish-seldom kind.
Love is lost-love is found,
love is that which we are bound.
Love is sorrow-love is pain,
the love we need leaves much to gain.
Love is what we fight to win,
even when that love is sin.
Love is glory-love is pride,
love cannot see what to put aside.
Love is felt-love can touch,
for some very little-to others much.
Love has no direction-it may often fall,
but we carry the roadmap in us all.
It is only a matter of what we choose to see,
that sets our course in history.

Diana Nelson 2003

Beginnings

The Rose

Red satin gown,
damp from the dew.
In sadness I wait,
for someone like you.
Bend over softly,
don't make a sound.
Whisper a kiss,
pluck me from the ground.

Diana Nelson 1999

Life In Pause

Within the forest of this home of wonder,
there lives many beasts with a growing hunger.
A power they possess with a strength to destroy,
yet see it not with wisdom but as a child would see a toy.
they have split their souls between two Gods,
yet do not realize they share the same odds.
With their life of want, desire and need,
they do not not look ahead as to where this will lead.
In the journey to have what they wish to possess,
how it will be in the end really matters the less.
For in striving to have is what gives them their fire,
that gives them their energy to send their souls higher.
When it is all said and done and desires come to pass,
what then in a world that is all theirs to grasp.
there will be nothing left undone-
nothing else left to do-
it will be as they wanted it -
not the place that they knew.
No new wars to win-
no old grudges to face-
the world would become a most solemn place.
All the struggles they passed that got them to here,
are a lost reminder on a frozen tear.
They settle themselves in this newfound embrace,
and keep their eyes open...
just in case.


Diana Nelson 8/29/2005