Velvet Moon

I said it first 

And that was the problem 

You never would've cared to say it 

Had I not hinted at it 

From the beginning 

Now as life passes slowly by 

I feel more disgust growing 

For the foolish lust we formed together 

That were built on fantasies 

And quote on quote “TrUsT”

They warned me of the dangers 

Of talking to those men 

But I had to have my way 

So, I dug right in 

Well now two years later  

I’ve finally ended my reign of “fun” 

And every living breathing moment 

Is a reminder of the horror that’s just begun

Last night was a long day 

When I got home, I collapsed on my bed 

And fell into a fitful sleep 

With nightmares running rapid 

Then frightened I woke up 

And saw a scary light 

Crawling from my window towards me 

Hesitant I looked slowly towards the window 

As eyes locked onto that color screaming moon 

I tried to take a breath 

But there was no room 

Only if I looked away could I somehow breathe and say 

Ah it’s a frightfully beautiful moon 

I wish it'd last 

Even though I know it must go away sometime soon

Soft and bright 

Sweet like a glass of cold milk and bread 

Instead of some cheap wine

I can no longer sleep 

Thanks to you 

Oh, you wicked mare 

I wish you’d have these bad dreams happen to you 

They’d shake you up and make you scream 

Make it stop you wicked mare 

I’m tired of your ceaseless scare

Laughter 

Laughter 

Come to me 

Fill my heart 

Set me free 

And let me be where the laughter stays

We were robbed, dear
A computer robbed us
It stole our story
I went to the library 
And I saw it on the shelf

The path of life may not be straight
We may falter coming out of the gate
Questioning the path of  the twisted road
Left or right; up or down ; a precarious load
The ground can be   shaky, but you  are never alone
Guidance is there as you  step on each stone
Trust in its power and the love so profound  
As you softly tread on its  sacred ground

by Alison Johnstone

An Intricate Dance

The forest was bathed  in moonlit  beams
Secrets revealed in  the stirring of dreams
Golden light weaved through ancient trees
Truth was revealed by mysterious keys
A magnificent play of darkness and light
A feast for the soul in unrehearsed  delight
The  moon and forest in an  intricate dance
Melded together by fate and pure chance

             by Alison Johnstone

There's something about a morning, quickly come, and quickly gone,
But the freshness and the beauty makes it worth that morning yawn.
Watch the sun slow dry the dew
And light against the dark does move
Still and calm and fresh and clean is the invite from a dawn.

I just want a simple life,
filled with simple joys and pleasures
Where I'm satisfied to be content
with simple lasting treasures

Simple things like laughter
at something silly done or said,
Simple happiness that comes
from finally curling up in bed.

That simple smile from a stranger,
A simple conversation with a friend,
The quiet watching of the sunset
when the day is at its end.

A simple steaming cup of coffee,
Singing simple songs,
A carefree whistle in the morning,
Finding to which sock every other one belongs.

Bread and butter for a snack,
A simple stroll around the block.
A hand to simply hold in mine,
in silence, or as we softly talk.

A book to read to fill the time
A simple line to write
Counting all the shooting stars
Getting lost in fire light


In the face of all the complex things 
this world is telling us to be,
When I wish for rest, or think of what is best,
(I know that) It's the simple life for me.

I keep leaving before I see the Sun 
I run because I feel the pain
But every new place comes with a new face
New faces, new places, but I’m still the same 
And I wonder 
Why do I keep leaving before I can know the Sun?