Dark Corners

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what has passed
to bring light to the center of my day.
The little feet that run through my mind
embrace feelings that were good. So long ago
and even still can bring a smile to my face.

The bundling of each little package unwrapped
by the hands of the clock, in splendid wonder displayed,
Reach out from the echo's of time to touch my heart.

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what is mine.
A time capsule growing old too soon to know for sure.
Who I am in my reality and all I pretend to be.
Another name for mother, wife, loner, a lover

If I hadn't stopped to pet a dog or played a game.
Would you have touched my life? Oh guard of mine.
Stand tall and proud and protect me from wounds of the heart.
I salute you in defense of feelings I show to no one.

I dream in dark corners to dwell upon what will be
and frighten the spirits that inhibit my mind. Oh stranger.

My dearest stranger in the glass you know me well.
Through faults and feats to my deepest intimate thought.
You bring forth a warning that tells me to heed the call.
It is time to crow!

I search deep in dark corners to find places I've hidden.
A dim lit bar, a surfers net, a rock corner.
And for a brief moment when no one is around I am set free.