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Hannah Christina Jul 2022
Have you ever been somewhere
the acoustics just right
and your voice somehow warmed like a fresh cup of tea?
You hear yourself singing
notes tender and bright
and the atmosphere joins in your melody.

Not a scratch or a crack.

It's just like the sunlight of goldenest hours
or the dimly lit mirror that conceals and empowers--
all your flaws swept away a merciful haze,

backlit and glowing.

Have you ever loved someone
like a radiant ghost
or a bright constellation of beautiful things?
Head so high past the clouds
in the glittery host,
you could make out the song that you wrote them to sing.

A vapor delight.

How many
of your best portraits can back to taunt you? How many
of the feelings you loved
just were never true? Many see
only
exactly
precisely
we think that we need.

How many
portraits of others have you copied back from your memory,
and got it so wrong! How many
futures and pasts have you dreamt up for closeness and beckoning?
Many
never know anything more than a cold, quiet seed.

Come to earth,
sit in the dust and let it settle in.
You are earth. Dust, yes, and star-wind.
You are more than a shadow, a mist or a light,
and all of you's looked at in love and delight.
Do not love yourself, no, or anyone else as a vapor of what they should be!

Have you ever been somewhere
and it wasn't just right
but your heart somehow warmed like a fresh cup of tea?
You hear yourself singing
notes tender and bright
and another voice carries your melody.
This one comes from someone deep and I intend to set it to music so I'd really appreciate some critique! Thanks, love you all!
Hannah Christina Jun 2022
"I like... the idea of people,"
the woman replied, gazing at herself in the lamplit garden pool.
She idly flicked in a pebble.

"Flighty things, aren't they?"
Her reflection dissolved into ripples
as she turned,
swiftly,
and left.
Hannah Christina Apr 2022
I don't mean to keep you waiting
for forever and a half.
I just need to finish something
my to-do list
catch my breath.

Always moving, always squirming
I can barely hear you now.
Please stop drilling through my forehead.
Just in time I'll
turn around.

When the last leaf falls
and the twigs ice o'er and the buds come out
I'll turn around.

I'm not ready.
I'm not ready
and I don't know what I look like anymore.

When the last leaf falls
and the twigs ice o'er
and I hear you shout
I'll turn around.

Are you still there?
Still there waiting?
Do you still want me back somehow
I'll turn to stone
or ice
or fire
any second now!

You've been sitting at my elbow
and I feel you brush my back.
Now I'm looking. I've said nothing
and you look okay with that.

Grass grows thicker
petals glimmer
and the Earth accepts my feet.
Was that really
all you wanted
just to sit a while with me?
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