SugarPlum Fairies and Snow

Their heavy footsteps
don't seem to follow the music
at all.

The higher piano notes
encourage them,
push them,
to try harder.

The thick snowflakes
could never achieve
a light sprinkling
of icing sugar.

(was listening to Dance of the Sugarplum fairies and it seemed to juxtapose the snow falling outside.)

you were once a dream.


a story carried by the wind
that came rustling through my hair
one day.

i couldn't breathe for the beauty
my heart stopping as i knew
that i had been waiting
such a long time
for such a story.

Rome

when we were in Rome

i bought a hat that i never wore
i drank wine that i cannot pronounce
i saw too many buildings to remember
a blur
they all looked the same.
i wrote postcards that i never sent
tipped the bellboy who carried nothing
bought a coffee that i didn't drink
it was all about you

you
you
you
you

i remember nothing else
but you.

august 15/06 10:51

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.