-chimera

                                                             
her soul gathers unwanted dreams while she                                                            
sleeps, then brings them home, so she can                  
feast on the things every child's nightmare                  
is made of; her invigorating heart has always                  
beat indifferently, she'll even lay it on the table                  
with a knife and grin then watch lovingly as you                  
dine on her oldest friend…                                                              
                                                               
she gives me hints as to where I may find the                                                
answers with a gentle whisper followed by long                                                
periods of silence, so I'm forced to listen to what                                                
echos inside, between darkness and light, behind                                                
young smiles that died on the bedroom floor with                                                  
those long forgotten lies we told ourselves every                                                
time fear had us choking on our own breath                                                              
                                                               
once in awhile a tourniquet around the neck is the        
only way to remember how to breathe again, when        
your thoughts want to travel ten thousand miles for  
a Popsicle that's already melting, like a snowman  
with a dream to sleep until noon and bathe in the  
Sun on Midsummer's Day                                                              
                                           
the wind and rain never stay long, like dusk till dawn                                                
where our demons play for keeps never learning right                                                
from wrong, or how forever found a way to dance with        
deaths embrace; all this she faces selflessly, alone, unsung,    
and cold, but all she really needs to redeem her healing    
strength is to see how love can change the world and the    
feeling only found in the warmth of a long awaited hug...    
   
-ed