You haunt me
Always aware of you
You’re like a ghost
That hovers on the edge of sight.
I can always feel you there
It’s an effort not to turn and stare,
To watch your every move.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Monday, November 28, 2005
You are worthy
You are worthy to be lifted high
You deserve to be exalted
Lord, may my praises rise
May I ever stand in awe of you.
Bring me to my knees Lord God
Bring me low before your throne
So I am humbled
And you are exalted
And everywhere your greatness is known.
© Rosalie Miller 2002
Yearning
I cried out to you
And you picked me up
Carrying me
When I was weak.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Words
I have a fear of words
- They are too brutally honest.
- They expose me for all that I am
And all that I am not.
I have a fear of words
- They strip me bare.
- They leave me naked and raw
Before all who wish to ridicule.
I have a fear of words
- The cover nothing up.
- They undermine my self esteem
Yet leave my insecurities intact.
© Rosalie Miller 1999
When counting sheep doesn’t work
Lying awake
Thinking of you
And trying to count sheep.
Thoughts of you
Seem to fill me up
I am unable to sleep.
I can’t get you out of my head
As clichéd as it sounds.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Watching the world go by
Can I be
Content,
Sitting in my corner?
Watching the world go by,
Am I watching my life go by?
What motivates me to live?
I don’t know.
And yet I go on
And continue to wonder why I do.
© Rosalie Miller 2005
Visions
Nothing gold can stay,
What first is gold turns blue and grey.
With a beauty seldom seen,
The mists at sunrise are shimmering.
Rare exotic colours blossom forth,
As we rise and greet the dawn,
The landscape illuminated,
Which once was pale and forlorn.
Amazed, we stand transfixed,
At the visions unfolding before our eyes,
Unwilling to leave the beautiful scenes
Of riotous colours in the skies.
But slowly the colours fade to blue and grey,
The visions we’ve seen just drift away,
And we are left wondering
Just what our day will bring.
© Rosalie Miller 1996
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Unfulfilled
Why do I keep on dreaming?
My dreams never come true.
Somehow they give me hope
Despite being unfulfilled.
Somehow they keep my alive
Despite being unfinished.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
Unasked
Unasked questions
Hang in the air between us.
I think them so strongly
Sometimes I wait for you to answer.
© Rosalie Miller 2002
Uncertainty
Sometimes I wish
I could take the time
To see myself
And know my mind.
To see for myself
How others think and feel.
To know for myself
What is dream and real.
Uncertainty covers me
like a hungry flame –
From one moment to the next
My mind’s not the same.
I want to know myself,
Yet I don’t know how.
For once in my life
I want to live for now.
© Rosalie Miller 1996
