a phone call

it's me.

i'm calling from a payphone
at a diner
somewhere in the middle
of arizona.
i know i haven't called
in a really long time
but i've never had
much to say.
the roads are good
and the oil's been changed
and i haven't fallen asleep
at the wheel.
i think about you
and what could have been
should have been
might have been.
well my time is almost up
i don't have any more change
the operator keeps cutting through
so i don't have long at all.
i don't know where i'm going
i don't know when i'll get there
i guess all i know for sure
is that i still love you.

the river

the river is so beautiful

little bubbles from the frothing current
and autumn leaves
slip down
the river.
it’s loud enough so you can block out
people shouting
the train
your mind.
no thoughts except for
an intense peace.
the wind shifts and blows the leaves
onto the paper that I’m
writing this on.
my hands are cold
my feet are cold
but my face
my soul
my heart
feel pure.
the trees in the breeze
telling me ‘hush
let us take away your sorrows
let us take your pain
feel the peace
take our strength
it’s ours to give
to those who love
the river…
the river makes me feel
beautiful.

alive

you helped me enter

my own hidden country
finding out that I’m the girl
who runs wild in the forest.
it was a shared dream
but do I have what it takes
to push my dreams even further?

i remember a way of being
so true, so passionate inside
and even though, I have nothing to hide
my dream sits on its shelf.

no matter what has happened
the pain has finally died,
you make me feel so full of myself
and all I want is to ride
because you make me feel alive.

you make me feel mischievous, wild
so free, like I could fly
the rooster’s crow first thing in the morning
to wishing on stars at night.

i will find you

black oceans spread between

the joining of our torn souls.
no matter where you go
my heart is bigger.
no mortal love can touch you.
majestic trees, I climb their tops
i close my eyes and
search my heart
i will find you.
though you constantly move within shadows
or remain hidden in your closed box
i will find you.
a place where no one will touch you
wrapped in your darkest cloak
i will find you.
my soul leads me, blindly yet strongly
to yours
can’t you feel me calling?
i will find you.
the blackest waters
the thickest rain
the empowering forests
your highest mountain
hidden behind the sun
i will find you.

a glimpse into the wilderness

i saw the two of them
it seems on a first date.
they both had their coffee
and the weren’t quite looking at each other
but they kept trying to outdo each other
with their stories
their hand actions getting bigger and bigger
and they kept interrupting each other
not really listening at all.

i think they caught a glimpse
of the wilderness beyond
and would rather stare out the window
with their arms flailing
then to try living alone.

August 29, 2006

where i'm sitting

i’m in the coffee shop

drinking my iced soy latte,
trying to figure out
why the sun won’t reach
to where i’m sitting.
i can see it so clearly
through the windows,
and it’s bright and shiny
but much too far away
from where i’m sitting.
i’d like to change seats,
to change tables,
with the lady in the yellow sweater,
because the warm sun
is on her back,
and she’s still scowling anyway.

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i
do not
want
to
be
thinking
of
you.


i see
your
deep eyes
beckoning
me.
flirting
with
me.

i
turn
away
and
smash
my fingers
In a drawer.