She looks to the sky

as if he is coming down through the clouds up above.
Though no one can see him, you cannot deny
She is drenched with his love.
She often walks alone.
Never is she lonely
You can offer her anything
Her affections are all for him only.

I'm pretty frustrated lately. With life. Remember the song, "Everything's coming up roses?" Yeah, well, it's not. Everything's coming up skunk cabbage and thistles and poison ivy.

All the day long she sings sweetly
She says he speaks to her mind
She's only rich with affliction
Yet a bitter word you won't find
-Sherri Youngward

I'm not the girl in the song. I cried last night. Hard. It think I needed it. I feel so stoic at the moment, but my fingers are itching to whine. I wrote three emails this morning, and they all felt like complaining.

Started reading a different book, not a novel. An academic book. It's keeping my mind occupied. Not the same song:

Where is the peace I used to know
A quiet feeling that all is well
I knew where to reach, to reach for your hand
Without you my world is my hell

Each day's the same as the one before
Escaping down stairwells collaged with the world
Each step seems to make the pain worse
Each passing sin I lose hold of you

I long to be home where your love lifts me up
I'm tired
Give me strength to carry on

Looking for love makes my heart want
You say seek and ye shall find
Will love be found if I open the door
How can I make this love mine
-Rivulet and Violets