You

[....to my lover]

You are all that I have hoped for
You're all I dreamed of
The moon and stars could fade away
but you're the only light that I need

Let me bask in your warmth
and swim in your love
Let me dive to the depths of you
and let me taste every flavor
of your soul.

You are all that I can hope for
and all of my dream
Let me love in completeness
and love without holding back.

The day will come when my life fades
but at that time I will know
that you are my beginning and my end
You are my all. 

© Ian Croft May 2019

To the healers

 [ .... a tribute to psychologists ]

The tortured soul has a voice
that cries in the silence.....
....  no one will interrupt
when the cry is heard

The anguish of a damaged life
feeds the cancer of the growing damage.
The longer that the damage
is left unhealed....
the more it spreads and poisons
the mind of the victim.

The path to healing is long and slow
It's much easier to hide... I know!
I hid my face for much of my life
and the cancer robbed me.....
.... family, friends, career.....
these were the price I paid over the years
... the cost of hiding....

If only I had had known at that time
..... the power of a healing friend
that could listen and hold my hand
while the dreadful deeds were unwound.

So my message to you mighty warriors
.... who go out to heal those wounds
.... Don't lose heart!  You are making the world
into a better place! ..... and your work
will live forever in the lives you help to heal. 

© Ian Croft May 2019

We can't afford this...

[.... approaching an election]

Our nation is morally bankrupt
The wealth which we were taught was boundless
is rapidly reaching the end.

Our children will be left to pay
the price of the careless ignorance
with which we treat this land.

Truth is a scarce commodity
and the media.... and social media
.... treat truth as a plaything
.... like play dough that can be molded
and folded to serve the wrong purpose

.... and our guardians?
Where are they? 
We choose them to serve us

but instead they play their petty power games
with one end in sight!
Elect me again!

Little sign of love for this land....

The land cries out....
Why can't you hear?

© Ian Croft May 2019 

Joy

[..... reflections on life]

I've been so fortunate in my life
I have known happiness

I have climbed heights
and explored the ocean
I have flown in the sky
and journeyed the desert

The limitless night sky
has been a breathtaking blanket
during nights under the stars
I have been so fortunate

I have travelled to other lands
and been accepted by other cultures
The breaking dawn over a myriad islands
has filled my heart with peace and joy

But the best of all.... in all my life
has been that I can love....
that I have loved.....
..... and that I've been loved

So those of you that know
that I'm speaking of you....
Be proud!  You have filled my life
with joy..... and for some of you
who read these words....
the story is not over
.... you continue to give me great joy
and I am.... so fortunate.

© Ian Croft May 2019 

Past pain

[    .... not mine .... but makes me think!]

"Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them." —Iyanla Vanzant

Time

[... lament for lost freedom]

My time has been stolen from me
I didn't understand just how important
that time is to me.....
.....  and now it's gone?

My mind thrashes around.....
trying to complete the tasks
that life demands.

Where once I could sit and think....
.... and write..... and create thoughts...
.... now I must line up the numbers
and get it right.

The job must be done
so people can be paid.
Forget my sanity....
.... this is not fun!

I know what I'll do....
.... I'll throw it all away!
Do it yourself.... is what I'll say!

But no.... till a willing helper is found
I must hold to the task....
... but time.... where's my time?

© Ian Croft May 2019 

Heart and head

[... of hopes and dreams]

It's very hard to think one thing
when you feel a different way
.... when your heart says this
but your head says not

You really want to follow the heart
but the head says "Don't even start!"
So you swallow that urge
to act as you feel....
... and sense takes over
before the heart takes the plunge.

And so you try to stay sane .....
.... though you want to explain
that you're really in pain ...
and it's oh so hard to behave in this way
... you suck it up ..... and start again.

Will you touch me?
.... try to break through?
My heart is screaming "It's you!!!"
.... but my head says ... "Shut up boy
.... she doesn't want you."
Drown your hopes ....and kill that dream ....
it's nothing real ... just your foolish heart ....
thinking ... again ...that a vision could come true.

© Ian Croft May 2019