Hope
The hope of tomorrow
Makes sweet smells
That perfume our today.
Makes sweet smells
That perfume our today.
Rosalie Miller 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Monday, January 22, 2007
Home
I don’t know if you can love me,
If you can find me beautiful.
I don’t know.
But I want to find out.
I glimpse your soul
Peeping back at me
And in that momentary glance
My soul is home.
My mouth longs to talk
My ears long to listen
My heart longs to know
My soul longs for that home again
© Rosalie Miller 2007
Monday, November 27, 2006
Hypochondriac
Yelling at myself again
‘How can you be so weak?’
Can’t help but wonder
Can’t help but feel
Am I a hypochondriac of the mind,
Is my weakness an excuse?
I can’t change,
Or I don’t?
Not in control
…Or am I?
Still no closer to freeing myself
Maybe even deeper entangled
Answers
Like moths
Hovering there
Flit away
Out of my grasp
Leaving me empty-handed
Or perhaps empty-headed.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Heart Fingers
It’s been said before
Love is a painful thing
Such a cliché
Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.
The absence of love
Oh what a yearning!
My heart has fingers
Blindly groping
Reaching
For another heart to touch.
© Rosalie Miller 2006
Saturday, November 19, 2005
How do I find meaning?
God, how do I love you
As you deserve?
Others make it look so easy.
I feel such a failure
With my constant questions
And my lack of understanding.
God, please reach me
I’m reaching out to you
Blindly groping
So uncertain.
My life is so empty,
So meaningless.
Only you can motivate me,
Only you can stir my soul.
© Rosalie Miller 2005
Handle with care
Don’t say I love you
Not until you mean it
Not until you’re sure.
Don’t get my hopes up
Only to drop them
They’re attached to my heart
Which is fragile
So handle with care.
© Rosalie Miller 2001
