They are strange things, relationships. Different atachments formed to different people, bonded by commonalities in personality or chance. It is always at night when my mind drifts to the people who I have given my heart to in one way or another. Some, who I am no longer in contact with, some who may not even deserve a thought from me at all. Even so, I find myself wishing happiness to them, for their future, wisdom for their present, and growth in every moment there is and will be. Is this how you know that you have moved on from a person? When you go from despising someone intensely after a break up, to wishing them a happy future in your head? There are others who bring a smile to my face, well one in particular. I gave a big chunk of my heart to him and in return, was given a much greater reward. I learned to love myself recognizing my own power, beauty and strength. It was another person who helped me find that and it is his face, his current friendship, and all of our random discussions that have brought a great warmth to my heart and outward affection straight from the soul. And then, there is you. The person who I can never seem to let go of, possibly because we never gave ourselves a chance to lend our hearts to one another and see what we ended up with. Will you always be an open door to me? I wish I knew.

Hippy Vibes

I’m all for the peace love and hippy vibes

Sunshine hitting cheekbones,

Mind feeling just right

Breathe in nice and slow

Hair blowing in the breeze,

Barefoot in the grass

Make it last

Peace signs in the air

White shirt and a smile on

Clothes off and

A dip in the pond

I’m all for the peace love and hippy vibes

Sunshine hitting cheekbones

Mind feeling just right

Panics pushed aside

Room for just the laugh inside

Fullness of fresh life

I’m feeling these hippy vibes

Sprawled out in the grass

Body and soul mesh

In a place of complete

Happiness

I’m all for the peace love and hippy vibes

Sunshine hitting cheekbones

Mind feeling just right

Mind feeling just right

I love you

I love you and it hurts

I want to move forward

but I remain motionless in the present

thinking of you

and how you

are not

here.

I love you and it makes me happy

to know that my selfishness

has been replaced by 

the promotion

of your

smile

I love you and I don't understand

how these feelings have grown stronger

when I have not seen you 

in two years

and yet

I still

love

you

I love you, or do I?

My naivete about love

will break with experience

in the years to come

but for now

I love

you

Tired
the next sunrise has announced its presence.
The harsh beams of light
breaking beneath my eyelids
wakes me
always just so.

Pining my days
I await the rude awakening
of the next day.

As time continues its sprint
until eternity.

Holding hope,
possibilities ignite in
an abrupt flash.

Wrinkles gather slowly,
years pass.

The sunrise remains as years
lose themselves in the demands of society,
feeling abandoned and betrayed by their owner.

Hope for today, he said
tomorrow will always be.

That Time in May

Sweet globules of red
drip between your two single teeth
giggles burst from deep down
sticky hands clap together
as dirt sinks into the round ringlets atop your hear.
Ants march proudly over your tender plump limbs
single file,
legs brushing legs sounding like a faint whisper of innocence.

Playful Ponderings

As we get older,
we get stuck in
the KNOTS,
tied up real tight.

The nitty gritty OF fear and hurt.
The sacrifices of love.

As we get older,
Simplicity becomes cherished as it
eases all of OUR complexities that time and experience
Imprinted on us.

As I get older,
I want more and more
to dig my hands in the
soft dirt.
The soil that colors a troubled and BEAUTIFUL world.

As I get older
I want to be tucked in by
the soft blanket of green,
lie back and let the clouds
tell me the STORY
of how the bunny grew into a dinosaur.

As I get older,
I want to play,
dirtying a pair of worn overalls out of breath yelling "I FOUND you!"

As we get older
We feel the sharp dagger of pain,
the dull ache of SORROW.

As we get older
we relish the gentle touch
of a hand providing comfort,
the sound of full-bellied LAUGHTER
in all of its healing powers.

As I get older
I've learned to love what I have been given
AND to never miss an opportunity
to have the blue sky tell me a story
of the birds that traveled the world
and saw boundless love and sorrow
seeping from the two legged creatures
stumbling to find their way
HOME.

The Box

We all live in one,
these sturdy walls that never change
stand tall and the walls may shift
but they will always remain.

We are box people,
family lines dictating which box we live in
Some filled with a recording of past histories,
others with marble floors and a pedestal.

I live in the box of a child.
My very own peter pan box.
I will never grow old.