Doe-eyed spacemen left behind--
But no one knows a life like mine.
And shared wavelengths are hard to find;
Nobody knows a life like mine.

Forgetting and forsaking time--
No, no one knows a life like mine.
I have no match and no one rhymes;
Nobody knows a life like mine.

The shipwrecked lovers start to climb,
But they don't know a life like mine.
I am forsaken and I'm fine;
Nobody knows a life like mine.

I wish I might,
I wish I could,
I wish I knew how you do feel.

Sometimes I just don't understand,
I'm searching for answers like they're in the sand.
Why do you push yourself so hard,
When deep down in there,
You're just feeling blue?

Behind that beautiful smile of yours,
I see a broken heart.
A sad, solemn thought,
That you have somehow changed.

It's never your fault,
It's never your choice.
I don't know,
I really don't,
Know what you think anymore.

I'm sorry I burdened you,
I'm sorry I didn't know.
I threw you all my problems,
When you alone were down.

But still you came,
And still you forced that little smile of yours.
You told me to be joyful,
That I must be grateful,
For the things that come in life.

So same goes to you,
My dearest friend.
Be glad yourself for your own life.

This present from heaven
Comes and holds
So many wonderful things
And wacky ideas
That surprise you when you least expect.

I know that you can never be
The friend that I once knew.
I know that nothing stays
But change
And change just never stops.

Now I hope
That you can cope
And here I am for you.
I'll tide with you in the choppy seas,
We'll chase the storms away.

I know that you can never be
The friend that I once knew.
But now I'm learning to accept,
The friend I wish would come back again.

I hope to see him again some day
Like I saw him in times before
Resting under vivid sunsets
When Michael knew nothing of war
I pray I will always remember
The love I lost too soon
Forever, as if he never left
And still basked in the glow of the moon
So before this season has faded
Before dark waters reach the shore
I hope to rest under the red sun's rays
Like Michael will rest no more

"I see your hair is burning
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar"
  -Jim Morrison

I used to be a girl who had very close relationships with eccentric women who talked to themselves & sang to kitty cats, birds, dogs, & who sometimes got cranky with squirrels who climbed into birdhouses. Women who had laughter follow them wherever they went. Who teased me but never made fun of me. Women who were much older than me, came into my life at various times, who moved in & out of it, fluctuating in immediacy but always loving me totally, always keeping in touch, never a hateful or spiteful glance. Women who saw me not as something to deal with, but something to help. I wasn't a chore. They were people who introduced me to things, included me in everything. Women who lent me books. Who played battleship, scrabble, cards, word games, catch, and pranks with me. Who invited me to watch movies, cook supper, pile wood, play in the sandbox or garden, walk on the beach with them. Women who spent time talking to me & doing things with me; both focusing on who I was & who I would be at once. Women who were grams & aunts & adopted family and who were not my mother.

You’re a torn windblown sail
You’re the one test I fail
You’re the ghost in my nightmares
That’s ghastly and pale

You’re a deep buried splinter
You’re my long, dark, cold winter
You’re the bars of a dungeon
And the door I can’t enter

You’re a long broken chain
You’re my stabbing chest pain
You’re the dark clouds and lighting
With a single drop of rain

You’re the one who never stayed
You’re a double edged blade
You’re the cold breath and biting wind
Of winter’s gray fade

I’m a bird on first flight
I’m the dawn at first light
I’m a tensed jaw and clenched fist
Before first street fist fight

I’m a tree with no roots
I’m a cowboy with no boots
I’m a gunslinger with two guns
But neither one shoots

I’m a mournful groan
I’m a heart of stone
I’m a rider on the mustang
About to be thrown

I’m a song never wrote
I’m the burned bridges mote
I’m the broken hearted lover’s
Frayed last strand of hope

I’m a lonely soul
I’m the toll booth’s toll
I’m the twelve dots on the loaded dice
About to be rolled