Xavior, one of my oldest Friends, has decided to come out from the shadows and help steady my path once more. It took me until tonight to realize how much I miss having Him around, and I’m glad He’s back. *cuts my eyes at Him* Hopefully this trip will be a little longer than the rest.

Anyway, below are two poems that He wrote and just shared with me tonight. I read and reread Her Surrender and it came close to bringing me to tears. I remarked about how I identified with it and thought it would make a good addition to these pages, to which He replied that I could post because they were about me. That, ladies and gents, was all it took and the waterworks started up…

I knew I kept Him around for a reason…

Compliments of Xavior, written 2.9.05

She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells deep within her own thoughts.
Her mind wanders over the endless of now.
Her thoughts ponder a future dementedly dark.
Her eyes are vacant slots that show emptiness.

She lives inside her head so peaceful.
The darkness invades her every thought.
She screams out in silence to hear herself.
The voices grow louder inside her head.
They scream for release she begs for peace.

She lives inside her head so peaceful.
I reach out to her yet she retreats.
I sing to her soul yet it ignores my tune.
I embrace her fears yet she starts to run.
She looks right through me all the time.

She lives inside her head so peaceful.
My love for her so deep yet never touching.
My want for her happiness never occurring.
She screams inside herself lost alone.
Fearing another’s touch not wanting to fall.

She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She cries deep within her soul so lost.
She screams within her spirit searching.
She searches within her darkness for light.
Alone her steps falter but her will’s so true.

Her journey of self discovery a long road.
Her efforts to finding peace slowly succeed.
Her pain so great her determination even more.
She lives inside her head so peaceful.
She dwells within herself searching for her key.

Compliments of Xavior, written 1.30.05

She kneels before me in all her splendor
Her hair flows that of golden sunlight.
Her lips are soft and yet so kissable.
Her smile brings about gentle dimples.

Her soul so weary and very tired of it all.
I look down upon her as the precious a gift.
Her submission so rare that it is to be loved.
Her voice that of an gentle summer breeze.
Her devotion so deep that none can compare.
Her wounds deep open and forever breathing.

Within her mind she quietly searches.
Her search for the one to truly free her.
The one that can touch her soul so deeply.
The one that can set her spirit free to roam.
I watch her from a far so timid yet so strong.

She kneels quietly trying to hold herself together.
She waits for the one that can hold her together.
She yearns for the one that can truly understand.
She aches for the one that knows how to tame her.

Her torment so visible yet so much hidden from the eye.
Her scars lay bare to those who choose to see them.
I see her quietly in the corner crying softly.
Her will divided between all that she knows.
My worry deep for her my regret so visible.
My tears fall for her innocence that is lost.

My heart aches for that pain which makes her real.
My step falters for her journey that has begun.
There is no solace in that which I now feel.
I rejoice for her journey is my own and I am with her.