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I wrote this in response to a conversation with a friend of mine. I’ll spare the details, but the gist of it was that the world is not always how we perceive it. Everyone has a filter based on experiences and life, and we all take something different out similar circumstances. – Dani

Perceptions

Beware the face in the looking glass
The stranger before your eyes
The twister of dreams
Into drama and scenes
Until vacancy fills with pride

Beware the tangible truths of life
They reflect as if a mirror
Showing your future
And taking it away
In that absence only fear

Listen to the voice inside your head
The silencer of debate
The whisperer of paths
Still left unseen
Within courage we create

By H. Danielle Crabtree
August 2009

The Call

In the wind I hear your call
It stills my breath; I cannot breathe
When will I see your loving face?
Those tired eyes that never change
I’m left with only longing

Different paths; I cannot change
Through immortal time and space
Whisper sweetly in my ear
I long to know you are near
Not far behind me

I turn around, but you are gone
A distant memory; so long
I wish that I could hold your hand
Keep you close in this strange land
But it’s too late, my darling

But in the wind I hear that call
It stills my breath; I cannot breathe
You’ve changed my world; you changed heart
Lead me to this place apart
And with faith I keep walking

By H. Danielle Crabtree

A little explanation: I wrote this for my little brother on what would have been his 18th birthday. I think anyone who has lost someone they loved can understand the emptiness death brings to the living — Dani

For Joshua

Void

I have been out of touch from reality and life
Troubled by thoughts within my own mind
I cannot change the course that’s been
Only grieve for things what might have been

Eighteen years, you’d be today
Eighteen years since you went away
Eighteen years since you stole my heart
Eighteen years since it broke apart

You haunt my dreams in this desert-like place
Devoid of life, forgotten by grace
There is no relief from the pain I feel
There is no peace from what cannot be stilled

You’ve been gone so long but I still remember all
Your smile, your eyes, your strength and warmth
Your life feels like a glimpse in time
A treasured memory that’s defined my life

My love for you shall never die
Forever holding ’til the end of time
Until I find the place we will meet
In that strange journey in endless sleep

By H. Danielle Crabtree

This one was actually written a few years ago, but it was one of my friend, Sally’s favorite poems. I think it’s one of mine, too. – Dani

For awhile my Web site has been stagnant. In fact, I had switched most of my writing over to http://hedanicree.livejournal.com/ because I was having trouble keeping up with my archaic HTML method. Well, thanks to my wonderful best friend, who actually hosts my Web site for me, I now have the wonderful toy known as wordpress. I’ll actually be able to add things to my Web site now without pulling my hair out.

My poetry and writing on Livejournal are behind a friends-only barrier, so if you’d like to read it, you’ll have to jump through the registration/friend hoop. I will, however, be moving those items back to this site in due time.

Thanks for reading,

Dani