Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
into nothing
I will
S T R E T C H
the clouds
O P E N
until
the sun makes its way through - -
drizzling onto me - -
onto you.
I will
drink
up the Woods
until
my laughter
d
...r
......i
..........p
..............s
with pine.
I will cover myself
with fallen leaves
until
I crumble
again
and again
into
nothing.
S T R E T C H
the clouds
O P E N
until
the sun makes its way through - -
drizzling onto me - -
onto you.
I will
drink
up the Woods
until
my laughter
d
...r
......i
..........p
..............s
with pine.
I will cover myself
with fallen leaves
until
I crumble
again
and again
into
nothing.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
the same dream
falling from the moonlight
you dance into my dream
and whisper of all the things we shared
that now we never see
we fly through
autumnal trees
leaves fall like
golden
wings
we travel to the end of land
where lies a single rose
you say this is where our love will live,
a place nobody knows
but who will
water
a rose
on the edge
of the world?
it was tended to enough before
the roots remember
it remains alive!
but we won't see it while awake
this rose lives within the night
will I remember of the rose
or only while I sleep?
and did you dream of the same dream,
or is this mine to keep?
you dance into my dream
and whisper of all the things we shared
that now we never see
we fly through
autumnal trees
leaves fall like
golden
wings
we travel to the end of land
where lies a single rose
you say this is where our love will live,
a place nobody knows
but who will
water
a rose
on the edge
of the world?
it was tended to enough before
the roots remember
it remains alive!
but we won't see it while awake
this rose lives within the night
will I remember of the rose
or only while I sleep?
and did you dream of the same dream,
or is this mine to keep?
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
and while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips
and curly hair.
The moon undressed
and slipped into my room
its soul so bare
its cry so thin
it was seeking union.
It poured into my curly hair
my bed, a golden
throne of light.
And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips,
and curly hair.
A butterfly flew into my room
to carry the moon back into the sky.
you must return, it said, you are what makes the night.
But the moon was resting in my bed
my hair was glowing gold light
while all around was dark.
The butterfly cried
I will take a piece of you
to bring back to the night
and all the other butterflies
jumped into the moon
to take a sip of light.
The butterflies flew into the wind
to light the sky
we call them fireflies!
and through the night
the moon slept in my arms.
but when the sun arose
but when the sun arose
my love had gone
leaving just one curl
now golden
now golden
now golden
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips
and curly hair.
The moon undressed
and slipped into my room
its soul so bare
its cry so thin
it was seeking union.
It poured into my curly hair
my bed, a golden
throne of light.
And while we were there
And while we were there
And while we were there
nothing was said
just butterflies and lips,
and curly hair.
A butterfly flew into my room
to carry the moon back into the sky.
you must return, it said, you are what makes the night.
But the moon was resting in my bed
my hair was glowing gold light
while all around was dark.
The butterfly cried
I will take a piece of you
to bring back to the night
and all the other butterflies
jumped into the moon
to take a sip of light.
The butterflies flew into the wind
to light the sky
we call them fireflies!
and through the night
the moon slept in my arms.
but when the sun arose
but when the sun arose
my love had gone
leaving just one curl
now golden
now golden
now golden
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
just
I carry around chalk when we hang out
to draw the line
I can't easily see.
The line between
what is
-----and-----
what's not
the line that makes an Almost
not Yes.
But each day the line is erased!
So I work on drawing a THICKER line,
one that will remain!
Even still, the next day,
all traces have strayed!
So...
I bring in hand
a permanent marker.
One,
that FOREVER stains.
but by the next day,
we're in a different place!
The line lies miles away!
I still have the marker,
only now I'm drawing pretty pictures,
and soon forget
that what I see
is what I made!
until------
a HARSH reminder.
This line falls
so hard
I
b/ r/ e/ a/ k
to draw the line
I can't easily see.
The line between
what is
-----and-----
what's not
the line that makes an Almost
not Yes.
But each day the line is erased!
So I work on drawing a THICKER line,
one that will remain!
Even still, the next day,
all traces have strayed!
So...
I bring in hand
a permanent marker.
One,
that FOREVER stains.
but by the next day,
we're in a different place!
The line lies miles away!
I still have the marker,
only now I'm drawing pretty pictures,
and soon forget
that what I see
is what I made!
until------
a HARSH reminder.
This line falls
so hard
I
b/ r/ e/ a/ k
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
one of many
-
sometimes
I'm convinced
.
.
it's me!
but maybe...
that look is always in your eye?
and I'm just one of many
passing by.
sometimes
I'm convinced
.
.
it's me!
but maybe...
that look is always in your eye?
and I'm just one of many
passing by.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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