Travelling

Life is a journey from one place to the next
.... much of the way is smooth ground
but sometimes the surface is rocky
and it's hard to walk....

When you walk on your own
the going can be tough.....
many a fall with hurts all over

If another can walk beside me
the smooth parts of the walk
.... can be a time of shared joy
and the rough parts will lose the pain

When you trip I will catch you
and when I fall you will ease my pain
Together..... we can make the journey
into a time of delight....

So take my hand.... and walk with me
.... help me in the bad times
and sing with me in the good
Life is so much better when shared.

© Ian Croft July 2019 

Hard slog

[.... bad day]

It's so hard to keep going
when you have to slog through the mud and mire
..... when it feels like life is not worth living

So many parts of life all conspire
to make a mess of my emotions
.... and when that happens it gets hard to think
... hard to make a decision
and so hard to keep going through the motions
of daily living

It's hard
... so ... so hard

Is the end in sight?
... I hope so.
There are times when I don't want
to make it through the night....

But if I force myself I can remember
that others go through worse than me
.... and they still cope
.... or do they? Is this really living
when every step we take is such a trial .....
when you have to slog through the mud and mire

© Ian Croft July 2019 

Precious moments

These precious moments

are like diamonds in a stream....

.... we can't see them

but if we put our hands in the water

we can feel them....

Precious moments....

So close to us....

Yet so hard to find.....

and so hard to hold

Reach out to me

take these moments I offer to you

If you let the moments lie

then the moments will be gone

Touch the moments....

.... please

© Ian Croft July 2019 

Deserve?

You have been offered a gift....

... a gift of love

But you hesitate to accept..... 

... unsure if you are worthy

What can you do to deserve the love?

Nothing...... there's nothing you can do

Love's a gift..... It cannot be earned

..... or worked for

     ...... or deserved 

It is only for you to accept 

...... or for you to reject

So put aside those judgements

where you place yourself on the scales of life

and you find yourself wanting......

You think that your worth....

..... your value..... can somehow

be measured against some arbitrary scale

..... and found to be lacking?

This love that is offered to you

is given because of the gift itself

It's the nature of love

that its given without measure 

.... it's given without price

   ..... and accepting the gift brings no debt

It's yours to accept..... or to reject

Rather than measure yourself....

instead consider that your acceptance

will bring a gift to the one who offers you love

© Ian Croft July 2019 

Limits

Sometimes love has limits

The classic goal is to love without limits

..... unrestrained passion

But it's an unrealistic aim

since we each carry our past.

When we find that special connection

our heart says "Go!".....

       .......  and reality says "Go slow!"

Why?..... Why do the chains of my past

drag me down.... passion killer

..... when all I want to do is fill her

with joy.... and peace.... 

I want to break free..... 

    ..... I want to break free

I want you to know me

.... the person you can't see

My past.... I want to be free

© Ian Croft July 2019 

       

Broken promises

Life seems full of broken promises

..... we trust too much

and then we're disappointed

Often the seemingly broken promises

are really broken communication

.... she said.... I heard.... we both thought

different things.

The things we thought we said

became different things 

in each other's head. 

And it becomes a broken promise

once again..... 

..... another bitter stab

by the blade that we cannot touch

..... that cuts so easily

It hurts so much

as it pierces my heart. 

Our path together began so close 

..... we said the same words

and we thought that we heard..... 

what each of us said. 

.... but each step we took was angled

ever so slightly apart

and the further we walked, 

the further apart we were

till we reach a point where I try to touch you

..... and you're not even there. 

We call out to each other now

..... but the sound is muffled

by the clouds of uncertainty

© Ian Croft July 2019 

Treasure chest

I kept my heart in a treasure chest

..... in that place it was safe

Nothing could hurt me there

... in that place so secure

Then one day I found a wanderer

... so hurt and so like me

I was entranced..... 

and so I gave her the key

The key to my treasure chest

..... she now holds the key

She opens that place and looks inside

and turns my heart upside down

She could come inside if she dared

.... come inside if she cared

What will she do?

Will she join me in that place?

.... and put her heart next to mine?

Two hearts could beat as one

© Ian Croft July 2019