Satin Sheets
A Song- Cloaked in White and Crimson
undone,
i've been a little lost, a little misguided
i walked on,
ignored the sneers, the glares
i kept silent.
mistakes,
i'm sure, were all guilty of plenty
erase this dirt;
gently cleanse our memories.
speak truth,
we can all find innocence;
beneath a thin layer of silk
you better untie;
those knots have you tangled
lay down,
and let the satin sheets soothe.
be still,
just breath for a moment
rest well;
find answers in your dreams
time heals;
scars are there to remind us of battle
be strong;
i know you are stronger than me.
ruff times’
been driving us crazy,
a lost mind can defeat the demon inside
hold on;
to the few that will guide you,
lay down;
let the satin sheets soothe.
it’s been a long day
and i know that we're both restless;
set those thoughts away
as life continues on to test us
somewhere far away
we'll find the answers
but for now
lay down—
somewhere safe and sound;
just breathe.
soft skin,
caress me gently
slow down
the body is an art
those hands can touch till it tingles,
life's short,
but we've made it this far
we've grieved;
i know that you felt me and
i try to fight the demons inside
i let go and free-fell into nothing,
inhaled;
and the satin silk soothed.
oh, i smile
each day at a stranger,
close my eyes and sing in the sun
listen to
the words the wind whispers,
i know our souls are forever one
scream loud;
at the top of a mountain,
i'm home
where the snow touches the sky
i have faith
you are the north star
that lights my path,
smiling down;
when i dance
Barefoot in the sand.
oh, it's been a long day
and I know that we're both restless;
set those thoughts away
as life continues on to test us
somewhere far away
we'll find the answers
But for now
lay down—
Somewhere safe and sound,
just breathe.
soft skin,
i'll caress you gently,
cloaked in white and crimson
i know your body is an art
these hands;
swam bare in crystalline waters,
rest your head on my chest;
feel my heart—
breath deep,
i'll always quiver beneath you
release the painful demons inside.
take my hand;
we'll plummet in comfort
dream now;
the satin sheets will soothe.
About the Creator
Janine Michelle
As a Canadian, writing granted me healing in my youth. It has allowed me to process grief, love and loss. My journals have been my guide through the decades as I fill pages with poetry, songs, short stories, essays and children’s stories.
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