| Upon a windy hill
I stand this day
Where the leaves are rustling
And the water is dripping
The sun is shining down upon your face
But the shadows in your eyes
Cast darkness upon your features
Those I have known for so long
Through this red tinted glass
I can see with a whole new light
One that reveals that which hides
Its face in the shadows
I can see the true light within your eyes
And every shadow that lurks in the deep
This glass is the magnifying glass
The one that will show
All the secrets
And keep away
All my fears of uncertainty
I am looking out
Over the the valley
Through this
Red tinged glass
~-Pippin Williamson
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| Change as you will
To be as you wish
But don't try me
For I won't see
Any other
Than I choose
It is hurtful
And quite ignorant
But always true
I won't change for you
Or another
This is me
If you cannot
Accept me as is
Then you must alter
Your own falters
I will accept
You as you
If I must wear
A mask then not I
Are your eyes on
Or heart set upon
No mask for me
That's not I
But if you wish
That we be as one
Then it is you
Who must so do
That which you wish
For I can't
I won't ask you
For it's you as you
I've accepted
You've intercepted
Only my love
That won't change
I am who I am
No more
No less
Only that
~-Pippin Williamson
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| It's been a while, but in my absence my writing has never ceased. Here's a poem about not giving up.
Shadows By the Night
Flames burning bright
Shadows by the night
You come to me in fear
For comfort in care
No longer do the shadows wane
They are out for pain
They are out in force
With no clear course
Random do they seem
Within their eyes a gleam
I hold you in my arms
Protecting your from harm
The mood in fading
You're no longer believing
But don't give up
For the sun shall soon come up
Don't give in
For soon the night will dim
Fear in your eyes
A new pitch to your cry
But don't give up
For the sun shall soon come up
Shadows coming ever nearer
I'm holding you closer
Shadows fading
The sun is up
~-Pippin Williamson
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| The Sun Has Set
I'm still waiting
Dawn is breaking
The dew is drying
The sun is up
I catch these tears in this cup
I hold with my step
Still I wait
For the face that'll take this weight
Off of my gait
Such does it hamper me
That with these eyes I cannot see
That which rides above the sea
The sun has set
Sunk its face below the crest
That holds me abreast
These tears are flowing
Freely
And forever more
I shall wait
~-Pippin Williamson
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