A poem falls short; I'd like, instead
to draw a single line from me to you
and watch it curl into a word
so beautiful it's still unsaid –
or press paper to the window pane
so that the day might saturate
a note that brightly warms your hands,
spills birdsong from imagined trees
and buzzes like fat bumblebees,
but I am bound by language, love; I can't.

fly me to the sky
let me soar
let my body fall
let me run through the clouds
jumping the memories
touching angels through the fog
I want wings
so I can fly all day long

breathing sunshine words
breathing life from my breath
singing the sun through my heart
and living from their breath

silk through my hands
life running through my veins
tongues of fish flying past
small rocks off the river bed
and feeling worries run of to the sea
feeling fish worry free
feeling burden rub off on rocks
and the water crystal clear with pure truth
clear like the sky
without a worry I run like a river

steeped on through my life
through bare feet and written lies
I see a world beyond the divide
where I can't be cleansed of dirt
and emerge with shoes on my feet

tears will drop
the ground will shake
pallets of red and gold
touch my soul
lower my body to the ground
so my soul can be the flora and fauna
and my body is one with the soul

I heat my body to bubbles
and maybe that's why I fly away
and why I snap
and why after I feel broken
all I need was to stay safe
in the confines of my mind