I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.

Closer until his breath tickles my skin
Sending a shiver down my spine from deep within
Closer until I can feel his smile
Tingling, Tickling, for quite a while
Closer until he whispers in my ear
Something sweet, something intriguingly dear
Closer until he's holding my chin in his hand
Staring into my eyes obeying his command


Closer until his lips touch my nose
Causing me to blink, but not lose composer
Closer until I can feel his heart beat
It's hotter in here, I feel the heat
Closer until he strokes along my face
Now my heart begins to race
Closer until he wraps his arms around my waist
Holding me close, squeezing me tight without haste


Closer until he lifts me higher into the air
Spinning me round in circles up there
Closer until we don't make a sound
Peace and quietness all around
Closer until our minds intertwine
Closer, he comes closer til he's all mine

So I think I hit the high point
I think I floated up to the ceiling
And now I am deflating
Lying on the ground, tethered
How wonderful would it be
If someone inflated me
But how stupid a thought is that

get closer to me
climb inside my tree
is it where you want to be?
I think, from what I can see

open your heart this time
feel it slowly make the climb
twisted all around this twine
I can help your ease unwind

listen closely, and you'll see
buzzing like a bumblebee
flowers feed your spirit free
have you floating in the sea

have your arms held open wide
there is no great divide
our spirits will collide
this time you cannot hide
because I love you

in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

A year ago on this day, I got out of the mental hospital.

Dashing by day,
A simple flowery dress,
Posing so prettily,
And seemingly sweet,
You appear warm and radiant,
Sunshine abounds,
Motherly compassion,
Such traits you say you've found
But what is thee by night,
When the sun dips below,
And the eyes turn blind,
Perhaps then your true colors show,
Malice and greed,
Such dominance you pursue,
A tight control of others,
Who may not even have a clue,
You may feign such flattery and love,
But your facade is fading,
And you poor child,
Do try hard to hide the wrath of those who are faking.