if I could I would place a wooden box full of stars on the front porch so that we can dance barefoot late at night in tall grass and chirping crickets and listen carefully how the sun sings to the moon while our promises waltz in the sky and may you know that every lifetime hereafter with every shooting star I will wish on you, for more moments where you try to steal my heart While I open the window of my soul delicately just for you
Tornado, wind hushed child. I hope one day you'll find a place where you can unload with ease into arms that stretch immeasurably to catch you when the life dance is a rhythm out and you wonder where to now.
with my thumb gently against your lips I smudge your words with gray you tilt your face to the the hollow of my hand and my kisses touch down like butterflies on the tip of your nose our eyes find each other and exchange chapters and promises even before you open your mouth too say "I love you"
your void has made my heart a chapel a holy place with empty wooden benches and closed doors and when I find the key someday and confront the unfamiliar I'll hang your shadow behind the front door so you can dance down the hallway one last time before I replace the light bulb on the porch
She calls me in the direction of her heart, Where winter fires burn and the nights lay waiting for summer her tears flood into the sea, her words blow with the wind To islands of long-forgotten sorrow with winter in her eyes, With love in her palm, I watch as your ocean turns calm When the oak trees rest and the clouds like flames await us she gives me her sweet, September scent when the flowers come and blooms with summer knocking at my door I wonder where did I lose you?
Ladies fair, I bring to you lavender with spikes of blue; no sweeter plant was ever found growing on our ground Graceful stalks of exuberant tranquillity left by the angels to create peace and serenity on Earth. Passed on flora in my hands, I stare at it dreadfully Perceive the truth Begging the purple flair To commit suicide As to agonize By my hand
my dreams hover like chesterfield smoke clouds in my grandmother's inherited City Golf, but, at every stop sign I realize, maybe, I'm the reason you're still singing life with me and for a glimpse moment ... hope has a longer expiration date
I draw my boundaries in pencil as my heart steps across the line. I stand fast next to my shortcomings and dust off my life lessons wrapped in mistakes because on Tuesday I realized once again I am more than just routine and expectations. I am free, I am whole, I am me and I may dream