I Write

I Write

Maybe I will be famous

But most likely not

I do not write for money

I do not write for fame

My words are not for kings

Nor are they for paupers

I write for just one person

That one who will smile

Or maybe laugh or cry

I write for someone who feels

And some who lives

Without fear, hatred, or anger

I write for you

Grey Skies

Grey Skies

It has been a long time

The Sun has been hiding

There has been nothing but grey

Clouds came and stayed

No textures or shapes

Just endless dullness

And a complete lack of hope

The Little One's Cave

The Little One’s Cave

Her mom told her of her bedtime

Seven o'clock every night

Lights out at seven thirty

But under her blankets

When darkness filled her room

A tiny light glowed in her private cave

The sound of turning pages filled the room

And she would read until the Sandman came

So, her mom would always find her

Flashlight still shining in the morning light

The book only a page or two from where it was

And the little girl still sound asleep

That was so many years ago

The little girl has a little one of her own

Bedtime is still seven o'clock

With lights out at seven thirty

And that little girl still has her private cave

With her flashlight and book

Her mom still finds her asleep in the new day

And she smiles as she changes the batteries

So, the little girl will always have the memory

Of the stories she read in her own private 

Painting Paradise

Painting Paradise

I know there is a paradise

And I have been looking for it

But I know that I must create it

Make it my own

But I know that I cannot do it alone

I have a brush with but a single hair

Just enough to make a small mark

But not enough to make it real

My heart brought me to you

A woman with a brush like mine

Looking to create your own paradise

Maybe using our brushes together

We can design a place just for us

Our paradise will be born

I Am Not Insane

I Am Not Insane

By R.e. Taylor

I am not insane

I don't have split personalities

Just because I don't agree with you

And maybe I speak out

But I know that sometimes I am right

Maybe I am not what you want

Sometimes I can see it in your eyes

I am not like you

And I know that I will never be

So please let me laugh

Let me cry when I have to

Just don't tell me I am insane

Let me know that I am human

That is all I will ever ask if you

© 2018 Shadowlight Publishing

So Sad

So Sad

So Sad

She came to the dance every week

No one knew who she was

And no one really cared

She just sat and listened

Her feet tapped to the music

Always keeping perfect rhythm

And she smiles a hundred smiles a night

Hoping that someone would smile back

But no one ever did

She died a short while ago

Alone in a single room without a window

But no one knew who she was

And no one really cared

They never mourned her passing

All they saw was an empty chair which looked lonely

The only thing in the world to know who she was

That wooden chair was the only one to miss her

So sad

Dreams Are Moments

Dreams Are Moments

By R.e. Taylor

Dreams are moments

We all have yet none of us share

They come into our lives

While staying in another reality

Allowing us to relive happiness

Also letting us see our sadness

Showing us what we can do

And letting us do the things we can’t

Everything and anything is possible

In a single moment we all see

And none of us may share

© 2018 Shadowlight Publishing

Another World

Another World

Living in the world we share

Life has become shades of grey

Color has been left at the side

Surviving only in tiny patches

Planned into the hard-grey city

Sometimes we all forget

There has always been another world

Just a short distance away

Giant trees grow to the edges of Heaven

Beautifully cut grass waits to tease your bare feet

And the sound of a gentle stream echoes

And the sweet smell of clear air lifts the soul

Too bad that most people will never see

They will always be trapped in steel boxes

Dreaming of a world which is so close

But so far out of their reach