I like to listen
when the wind talks
because I feel
that secrets
are carried
in the breeze
but sometimes
it’s too hard to hear
with all the madness
surrounding
the day.
Send your wishes
into the sunshine
on the tail off
a warm,
eastbound breeze
I will put
my ear to the skies
and send a sign
if your words
capture me.
Showing posts with label Hope. Show all posts
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Free Fall
You take me
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
Wishes
I wish upon every star
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
Summer Nights are For Love
The first time we kissed
I felt my future shift
It was a summer night, you see.
I love summer nights.
Just before Independence Day
and during the summer
of my independence.
The beer was flowing
like a warm breeze,
and the conversation, easy.
Laughter filled
each and every hollow,
almost as if it were on draft,
and our pints overflowed
with flirtation.
The music,
providing a soundtrack
that unbeknownst to us
would always
bring us back to that night.
You had this look,
a little rough around the edges
and to anyone else,
you may have been intimidating at first,
but your eyes,
they told me different.
They whispered to me
that you were kind.
It would be
the first night of many
that we were two in a crowd
but really,
the only people there.
Later, a moonlight walk
found us in a private park
where I would swing like
a schoolgirl on recess
and your eyes would sparkle
with pleasure, while you watched.
The bridge in that park
still holds a piece of my heart
and I shall never pass it
without remembering
the moment
your lips touched mine.
That summer night,
the first time we kissed,
I felt my future shift.
(January 20, 2012)
I felt my future shift
It was a summer night, you see.
I love summer nights.
Just before Independence Day
and during the summer
of my independence.
The beer was flowing
like a warm breeze,
and the conversation, easy.
Laughter filled
each and every hollow,
almost as if it were on draft,
and our pints overflowed
with flirtation.
The music,
providing a soundtrack
that unbeknownst to us
would always
bring us back to that night.
You had this look,
a little rough around the edges
and to anyone else,
you may have been intimidating at first,
but your eyes,
they told me different.
They whispered to me
that you were kind.
It would be
the first night of many
that we were two in a crowd
but really,
the only people there.
Later, a moonlight walk
found us in a private park
where I would swing like
a schoolgirl on recess
and your eyes would sparkle
with pleasure, while you watched.
The bridge in that park
still holds a piece of my heart
and I shall never pass it
without remembering
the moment
your lips touched mine.
That summer night,
the first time we kissed,
I felt my future shift.
(January 20, 2012)
Paper Cranes
A thousand paper cranes
flew through my dreams last night.
flew through my dreams last night.
Words,
fervently scripted,
on delicate washi sheets
inscribed in ebony,
(ink darker than the midnight sky)
and folded,
carefully,
by the tiny hands of the unknown
then thrown,
into the atmosphere,
like heartfelt messages tossed to sea.
fervently scripted,
on delicate washi sheets
inscribed in ebony,
(ink darker than the midnight sky)
and folded,
carefully,
by the tiny hands of the unknown
then thrown,
into the atmosphere,
like heartfelt messages tossed to sea.
They carried with them
hushed secrets
of forlorn lovers
separated
by miles
or circumstance,
wishes,
whispered into their wings,
by children,
that dare to dream
and to create
fairy tales,
in their minds,
and wisdom,
of those that have carried
the tremendous weight
of knowledge
on their shoulders
across this vast earth.
hushed secrets
of forlorn lovers
separated
by miles
or circumstance,
wishes,
whispered into their wings,
by children,
that dare to dream
and to create
fairy tales,
in their minds,
and wisdom,
of those that have carried
the tremendous weight
of knowledge
on their shoulders
across this vast earth.
They beckoned to me,
like paper lanterns,
glowing in the wind,
to reach out and gather
their delicately crafted bodies
and unfold
that which was cast to the breeze,
in hopes,
of being harnessed
by the universe.
like paper lanterns,
glowing in the wind,
to reach out and gather
their delicately crafted bodies
and unfold
that which was cast to the breeze,
in hopes,
of being harnessed
by the universe.
I closed my eyes
and wished,
upon all the stars in the heavens,
that I may
reach out and cage
the bird inscribed by only you.
and wished,
upon all the stars in the heavens,
that I may
reach out and cage
the bird inscribed by only you.
I longed to hear it sing
the loving notes
of your sweet lullaby to me.
Your words,
written on it’s wings.
I want to tattoo my skin
in a million words of love,
(your words)
(your love)
and bleed only ink.
the loving notes
of your sweet lullaby to me.
Your words,
written on it’s wings.
I want to tattoo my skin
in a million words of love,
(your words)
(your love)
and bleed only ink.
But when I reached for them,
they came to life
and flew,
towards the horizon
on paper wings
powered,
by the lungs of creation.
they came to life
and flew,
towards the horizon
on paper wings
powered,
by the lungs of creation.
(January 20, 2012)
Obstacles
You tell me that every time there is an obstacle that makes it difficult for us to spend time together, that you feel I get closer to ending us.
I tell you…
These little obstacles,
are minor nuisances that fade away
when I am in your arms
once again.
The only worrisome obstacles
are the giant ones
that block our path
entirely.
You know which obstacles
I speak of.
The ones that
cannot be brushed away
with a kiss
or suffocated
by a hug.
Still, I love you anyway.
are minor nuisances that fade away
when I am in your arms
once again.
The only worrisome obstacles
are the giant ones
that block our path
entirely.
You know which obstacles
I speak of.
The ones that
cannot be brushed away
with a kiss
or suffocated
by a hug.
Still, I love you anyway.
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