After dropping her child at school
the day was a dream only hers
when she could make her own rule
follow it for all those hours.

She would sit on some house terrace
see the busy steps passing by
trying to gauge from their pace
the errands written in their eyes.

She would watch the life of birds
amused how they labored for a nest
and when falling day drew homeward
folded sunned wings into rest.

Spread her eyes beyond the concrete
above the trees far into the haze
where young kites were taught flying feat
by mothers circling the summer blaze.

Everyday all things were renewed
seasons rolled a movie before her
all that even though already viewed
was never bereft of a sense of wonder.

How her hours flew was not known
days turned to years as a rule
her child in no time was grown
no more she needed to go to school.

There once was a day from far away
With eyes wide open, nothing was grey

The colors were new and tasted like love
I was filled with warmth like the bright sky above

Everything I touched turned alive with light
So even in darkness I didn't know of fright

My hair grew wildflowers deep within the roots
And wonder in my mind I would often let loose

But some people find the light to be blinding
They've forgotten how to look for the silver lining
They closed up inside so their light started dying
I couldn't find anyone who was worthy of guiding
And the brighter my light the more we were fighting

I learned how to hide my thoughts to myself
I packed up my innocence on the top shelf

More time passed by with no one to share
All of my dreams because nobody cared

Day by day and the nights filled with silence
Solitude quickly became my alliance
And my mind matched my body with numbing compliance

The colors were tasteless and lacked its flavor
No time for daydreams when you have to be braver

Tired of hiding, never to condescend
I waited and waited for the days to end
A mind that is paralyzed from so much pretend
I never noticed my purity on its quick descend

Now here I sit free from the blind
Finally stepping out from the unconscious mind
But I never imaged what I would find

My hair had no flowers, it was now bleak
A heart filled with light had become very weak
There was no more daydreams and no more mystique

I suddenly was sympathetic to the unkind
The ones that with no light, the ones that were blind
When innocence and curiosity are forced to stay behind
There is no promise they will be unconfined

They scary part is if you aren't careful with time
The years spent fighting will steal your young mind

Only left with reminisce of the you that's erased
Forever missing my innocence that's long been misplaced

Oh how I've missed the days like this
When more seconds are filled with golden bliss

Amazing how changes of seasons brings
Sunshine reflecting off my angel wings

Take away an hour to get more time
Flowers awaken with coming of springtime
For us all to adore under the sweet hot sunshine

I can be reminded that we are connected
Despite a society vastly infected
With views and beliefs that leave us rejected

You cannot deny the energy that emanates
When lives are filled with light our sun radiates

As a whole we breath a sigh of ease
For now we can stand beneath the swaying trees
Put down the briefcase if you will please
Remember the comfort within the fresh breeze

Spring forward the time so we can remember
How it feels to bask in the sunlight together

For just a little while we can pretend
The world is your oyster as well as your friend
And getting lost amongst sunsets becomes the latest trend

Sunny morning.

Still frozen.

But spring is coming.

~~
Away A Spring comes
Through the windows of the old
Where yet I see the past times of gold
Though I could mention
Still takes some times to
Get out of detention
Of all those values of drowning dreams
Though everything passing with trims

Either Come back again
As any other forms
In the horizon of the Wren Drongo, Myna
In the Sparkling bright days
As if red flamboyant of lost Spring
That only Says a beautiful String

But yet the dried leaves are floating
In the water of Calm Lake
Where yet I'm passing a fake
Within the game of light and shadow
While Love wearing a mystic mask
That confesses me too many tasks
Bright and dark moving with cradle

Forbidden to go near
That I Couldn't bear
Flood tide in the river
Full moon broken with eight pieces
In the silver light her silhouette stands on the shore
Behind I see the closed door
In the known Seasons of moon
Century's sigh as if an elusive tune

If slowly lost all
Put those dreams here again
Even I couldn't leave any pain
But the rainy season can be washed
Saltwater of eyes
I try to feel the bliss
Away, will return the golden
Days of Summer  
Off course there will be
Something on the bottom
Love will come on the
Cloud's raft of Autumn
Away, A Spring being a call of beckoning
~~

Rings from my cell phone shatter my sleep.
Recognizing the ring I answer speedily.
"Help me."
The words echo in my head as I grab my keys and race to my car.
"I'm coming," I whisper as I speed down the road, my heart racing.
I pull up to her house and race out of my car, grabbing the cloth I'd prepared ahead of time for such an emergency. Did I turn off the engine?
Who cares, that's not important right now. I enter the house through the side door that is always left open for me. I leap up the carpeted stairs, and enter into her room. She's shaking. Sobbing.
"I'm sorry," she says through tears that carry more emotion than a thousand songs.
Blood drips from her thigh. Another cut upon the dozens of scars which marked another night of anxiety, depression, or loneliness. This one is deeper. I gently wrap the cloth around her thigh, place the crimson-stained blade beside her in my pocket, and hold her. I let her cry. I gently sing. I tell her I love her. My large hands swallow her small, shaking hands. My arms encase her in a cocoon of safety and love. I continue singing softly until she falls asleep, and I stay there. I continue to hold her in my arms until she wakes again. I make sure that she's alright, have my sister visit with her for the day, and depart. I arrive home and place the pocketed blade in a special box. This box is filled with blades from nights identical to this. There are fourteen blades in the box. I lock up the box and place it in a drawer. That box reminds me of something every day. I have someone to live for. Someone to fight for. Someone to love. And that someone is her.

to build an edifice
from the ground, up
you have to dig at first
from the ground, down

we marvel at skyscrapers

we break our necks for them
they supersede white clouds
the higher up they rise
the lower down they’ve been

that's why you marvel at me

- end