Once, I craved
the tartness of raspberries
and drowned myself
in operatic arias
I stepped twice
to hear the echo
of my heels
The scent of lavender
brought me, again
though the flowers crumbled
in my fingers
I lived winter in ignorance.
A butterfly alights
on a piece of
One painted daisy
in my garden
among many others
Unperturbed, it drifts
serenely to another
A child with a gloomy disposition
Said to me with some contrition,
“I find the sunlight much too bright,
It tells me problems can be simply set right.
Though I’ve prayed for a many a day,
Not one deity, have I swayed.”
When company came, she hid in dark places
As if time could pass faster in stasis
And hurts would merely fester instead of ache
Thirst seem manageable though never slaked.
She said to me when I cooed,
“Do not think me for a fool
Or you some handyman to mend a tool.
I’ve got such horrid wounds to show
And I’d rather not let you in the know.
Lest you tell me they were my fault
And all my words be for naught.”
So I sat with her in that black-filled room
Let her feel my wrists in high noon
Let her trace where my scars also ran
And then she cried and with a stand
Bolted as if she could not understand.
“How can you smile knowing the world so bleak?
And still falsely grin when you seek
Me, to me, you would lie about happiness
And follow me at your own behest?”
“Child, my child,” I stroked her hair.
“Do not let burdens rob you of care.
Live a little braver, if you dare
And you’ll find survivors everywhere.”
My child with that gloomy disposition
Did not much change her stubborn position.
But she began to linger for moments at a window or two
And stare with longing at the sky, yes, so blue.
On the unbeaten path, the child treads her way
Through the stormy night and trees that sway
She knows a light shines atop the highest hill
And dreams she’ll dream, till she’s had her fill
Mothers give you the whole wishbone;
They tell you half-dreams are an impossibility —
That all the goodness in your future
Is already yours
This blanket of silence
Smothers tender feelings and hopes
But if I fail to yell
Who shall hear me?
At least the mountain echoes my thoughts
Perhaps we were both awaiting
If I wear my heart on my sleeve
It is from trust and acceptance
It is from seeing only the best in you.
This world which is dark and cynical
Can never destroy the best of me
Which allows me to love and be loved in return.
On a moonlit night, let me hang my promise
And on a gossamer thread attach hope
The world that turns
And the many days that fall into night
Is only waiting and anticipation
I wonder if I should tie a string to my wrist
So I could remember that promise I made with the future
That me who was, knew without equivocation
That only shining things lay up ahead
On the precipice she dances
Red umbrella in the rain
Sure that she would fly
If ever she were to fall