Her flight
was sweet.
And every bit as magical
as the hummingbird
sipping honeysuckle
beside her.
Tag: Dreams
She wished for peace
and love.
And dance parties.
In the kitchen.
This life.
It is not what they have shown it to be.
The cold stone walls,
the repeating days in chains of grey.
This life is the art I hold in my own hands.
The art of my body as it stretches into the morning.
The art of breakfast as I eat the colours of the sun.
This life is what I ask it to be.
And, today, I ask it to be
beautiful.
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Emerald Sweet
I breathe
but I can’t feel you.
I soften but creation does not flow.
Am I stuck?
Or do I just think
I am stuck
because I am not flying
through raw wisps of forestland?
It is my choice to be there,
drifting in the emerald sweet.
Where I am meant to be.
Where I will always be in my mind.
And my heart.
Will I always dream of life beyond the creaky bones of now?
The other side of the hill will call again, no doubt, whispering: this is what your life could be.
And though my heart is full, will I always dream of something more?
Of the life beyond the life?
The echo of the here.
The shadow of the now.
Dreams are always somewhere else, aren’t they?In a place that doesn’t exist.
Shall I creep towards that place, knowing there is no destination?
Knowing the birth of a dream will only end it and call forth the birth a new one?
Knowing the dream train will never ever reach the station?
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Sail With Me
And surely as the river
of the sky soothes me,
every star of this night
will sail with me
home.
Home is in this house.
The quiet of my love for them.
The dreams of my essence, racing into a fresh new world.
Home, you are my refuge.
Family, you are my home.
Falling from the sky
she sings,
‘One day I’ll fly away’.
Knowing she’ll always be falling.
Knowing she’ll always be
longing
to fly
away.
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Life As It May
Morning.
White haze beyond the window.
Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest.
Coffee, a whisper.
Peace and a day?
Or a splash of grey?
Soft.
Beyond the sunrise.
Life as it may.
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In The Arms Of A Dream
If I sit with you.
On the patio,
by the sunflowers.
If I find you
with my soft and steady gaze.
If I give you my heart,
if I whisper your name
will you hold me?
In the arms of a dream
will you hold me,
love?
