If I had a big paper plane
I would be a pilot of it
And visit your dreams

Tell me a story
I want to fall in love with a character
And forget myself inside a sway of frightful emotions

Tell me a story
About sailors, lovers, monks, and businessmen. About the end of the world. About sleepless nights

Tell me about the poet
Who lived in the woods. The forgetful snow of Canadian Decembers. The lifecycle of a Grizzly Bear

Convince me
That life is but a dream
That if we only try hard enough
We could create a happy ending

Convince me
That life has a beginning and an end.
That every human being is unique
That all of us is worth remembering

Tell me a story
A story to be told in my deathbed
While I fight for an ounce of attention
To hear another human being

Such lovely Spring weather you gave us
Mixed with rain, wind, and tornadoes which is very strange for the East Coast
Why turn the Big Apple and New Jersey into applesauce the inedible kind that over cooked and slimed on your oven
The shorter and darker days are not welcoming when we just turned the clocks back and yearn for March to turn them forward again
Seems you run through your day just to enjoy the sunshine or natural light
Syncopated thuds of rain on a deck or on the ground accompanied by the clacking of keyboards on Cyber Monday
UPS,Amazon , and other delivery services braving the downpour and thunder as well as the multitude of orders
As a November girl it is hard to say goodbye but we must welcome December
Waiting for the days to be longer and brighter again amid all we are still dealing with

C@rainbowchaser2020

These are images that once were
The tan lines stretching across your shoulders;
Like starlight from some supernova;
Your photos in my albums;
Our shadows beneath bright suns;
Those ghosts have come and gone.

Then love became a memory;
And memory is the ghost
That frightens me the most.

Somedays, I long to confess
sensations from my heart
without wearing the day's addiction
to restrictions, permitting unlicensed
syllables to samba indelicately -
without even a blush,
passionate imagery sheds
her workday facade
as I pour her slender physique freely
within the hourglass
of an unrepressed burgundy

They want me--for their sake
     to do things in a hurry
     that which pertained to mine
     they were so tardy!

I didn't appoint you
    to be my life's narrator
    you hardly knew me
    it was no favour!

Kindness
was a house.

Knitted by
knowing you.

It was made
of sticky notes.

Encouragement
aching for actions.

Friendship
is the fuel.

Hearts only
in its windows.

Looks didn’t
really matter.

A firm foundation
invisible.

Gates of wisdom
walk to it.

Depression
laughed at it.

Gossip galloped
away from it.

The golden rule
knew better.

snow will fall,
rain will pour,
seconds will be counted
and time won't stop
for you
or me
but since you left, I have frozen.

all things go, but my heart.