Tears come from the heart
Though through our eyes flow
To sadness impart
So others can know....

There was a world, a world
Where there were trees, birds
Happy homes and rivers
There was a world, a world
For man, animals and little
Hopes smiling over hills
There was a world, a world
So real like the ones on your
Tablet screens and T-shirts
There was a world, a world
Where there were no masks
No protective coats and wars
There was a world, a world
Where children played with
Water, tree tops and berries
There was a world, a world
Without guns, atomic bombs
Volcanic eruptions and storms
There was a world, a world
Full of oxygen, live music
And men dancing on streets
There was a world, a world
That made little sense over
Colour, money and language
There was a world, a world
Where man fed each other
And slept under a safe roof
There was a world, a world
Humans needed love, hope
And shoulders to cry on
There was a world, a world
Where man loved each other
And  nature, his mother.

I think this is my goodbye letter to you,
but, please, don't be mistaken,
for I don't intend on forever.
I count the waves one at a time
and wait to see
if the blood of cardinals is as red
as the color of their feathers.

I never wish of parting
but ends are ever inevitable.
The moon drinks all the water
and spits it all back out again.
Flowers eat the sunlight
and the sun will eat them back
when it gets hungry.

I say goodbye to you
in the way that fireflies die.
They burn with light in life
and the end is never seen
for the daylight takes over,
and we see the more colorful things
instead.

I whisper that I will see you again
to myself at night
when I'm alone.
And stack rocks in chains
just because I want to knock them down.

Goodbye.
Because puzzle pieces only
unravel us in the heart.
And writing good words only
gets you a fancy car
with no one to spill things in.
Goodbye because flowers cry dew
Goodbye because carbon dioxide is eating the green
Goodbye because I'm only 5'8" and
will never be as tall as I want to be
Goodbye.

I can't promise you I'll wait.
I can't promise God will not laugh at me.
But I tell you goodbye because
I'm stuck here.

It’s a Spring Tide drowning me
It’s a Full Moon, the sun and gravity
Pulling on the water of the ocean
I’ve been cast out in
Through denying my truth.
I cannot know if the flooding
Covering all of me
Will be as predictable as such a tide
Twice each Lunar month
No season negates the pull.
The rise and fall of the oceans levels
Feel more visible in me
Than any sea on earth.        

© Sia Jane

Our fingertips touch and the world
Comes to a standstill-

Still as all of nature at dusk,
Silent as the moonlight on a starless night,
Heavy as the gurgling clouds just before it rains,
Blinding as the sun in all its glory and light

Our fingers begin a rhythmic dance,
As if playing the piano, rendering a favorite song,
Knowing the pace, the moves by heart,
Not faltering once, not going wrong,

Then twined together, we blissfully lay,
Content, peaceful, complete.
The moment of oneness cupped between our hands
preserved for all of eternity.

sometime during the day
the sun called her
and it spoke
it came in the form of a gray butterfly
(not everything is as it seems)
and it told her how important it is
to find your dream and hold tight
cool water over her head
it told her how summer goes fast
and creating may seem silly
but only to those who don’t understand
it said in wingbeats
steady and rhythmic , “
never stop writing in the morning
but for your sake girl, get some sleep
I won’t take it personally if you don’t stay awake
just to greet me in my youth-
just as you can’t follow the light into the horizon
you cannot beat the mourning”
it said to her softly in the blinks of sapphire eyes ,  “
elephants never forget
but they forgive
spring means rebirth,
not rain to wallow in
and
weeds matter just as much as the flowers planted there on purpose
silly girl,
take a day to read
and run fast but don’t live that way
it flew away eventually
disappeared into a green tree
in a meadow of wish flowers
sometimes the best things in life are quiet


the mountain range called night
enveloped her
the stars stood still
and she thought she could fly
see what was real
why she was born
the magic sensation of belonging
the rain felt like night too
and the winter sound wasn’t deafening
it was just loud enough
to  be a favorite memory
something worth holding on to
like an alliance
how memories feel
you and me
together
against the tests of time
even when it’s standing still
the little blue house and the blue girl
one night they ran
right the way the butterfly came and went
past the green tree thicket
and the field of wish flowers
and they
never
came
back

Emily will take her cedar box
of hidden poems
throwing them on a Sou’ Westerly breeze
in a New England Spring —

They will be snatched and fly
daring, dainty flutter byes
across the stretching continent
the Great Plains and New Frontiers —
The Sun — rising in ribbons
Mountains dripping scarlet sunsets
vast Miles of Evening Sparks —
as the Hemispheres come home
to early Night —

they’ll be read by lonely cowboys
drinking whisky, in the sagebrush
Indian braves campfire smoking
Sung in Saloons by husky-voiced dames
can-can dressed and a whole lotta grit
and gumption.

Emily, lightened of her load
unknotted the Skein of Misery —
Universe unstitched —
in this moment of escape
Landscape will listen —
Shadows will hold their breath
until the words are spoken.

Emily’s skipping down the stairs
of that morbid, cold wintered house
with its bare Slants of Light —
rushing out the door
throwing herself on the Open day —

Telling True, but slanted.

The pain wasn't evident
When you queued;
Nor discernible
When you extended a hand.
Your frayed coat needed attention,
Your legs bowed in the wrong direction
As you moved, frog-like.
I never recognized the shame
Behind ribbons you wore;
An imperceptible guilt
For lack of control.
But your eyes,
Downcast or averted,
Tried hiding the despondency
I once witnessed
In a naked girl,
Running,
On fire.

I saw a spider, climbing down the wall.
See her spin a web, it's so beautiful.
Along comes the fly, and he lands inside.
See him fight for his life, but it's a shame cause she's going to dine on him tonight.

Sometimes I feel like that fly.
And the world is a web and the government, is the one who keeps ******* us dry.
And I am white, and that's alright.
But the color of skin is the reason why we all want to fuss and fight.

And I don't understand why. Why You treat me the way that you do.
You say that you love me but you don't mean it I can tell by your attitude.
I wish we could just get away,  leave this planet earth behind I'm telling you one day.
It will drag you down, six foot deep.

So I took the holy water, from out of the toilet.
And made a cross for protection on my forehead.
What am I afraid of, why do I hide.
How can I escape this ugly, this ugly that dwells inside.

All because I saw a spider.
She was climbing down the wall
I seen her spin her web (oh god) it was so beautiful
Along comes Mr. Fly, and he lands inside.
I seen him fight for his life...
Oh! I seen him fight for his life...
But it's a shame, yes it is a shame...
Cause she dined on him...
tonight.