once I lay in the field

and under gray skies

for once I did not cry

but as you lay there with me

I laughed



                                                                              

and I hope someone up there took

a photograph of that

and made it into a star

that every now and then

I might remember

that for once I forgot I'd grown up

and the world was made mine

again

like the lone flowerbush that stood beside trees

she is pretty but she is weak

and when everyone stops falling at her feet

her turn to fall and disappear

blueberry cheesecake

and the bitter

aftertaste of strange

wine


a song in my dreams

i woke up sweating

and hearing your name

gives me terrible goosebumps

and the slightest touch

at my wrist

has me twisting away

i hate

blueberry cheesecake

and i hope the kisses

i gave

you were poison

my mom wants me to take iron

'cause i've been staring into space alot

and i don't smile as much anymore

and i appear "lifeless"

she doesn't know i'm just growing up

and growing sad

A woman of 20

her heart was captured

as she shot photographs of

the sunrise that had the rainbow at its edges.

A girl of 15

wrote a poem and filed it away

to be passed around someday,

a piece of paper decorated with flowers.

A man of 30

to whom the world was a canvas

made note of the colors

how magnificent the blend.

And an elderly man

gave a sad smile:

How his wife would have loved to see this.



                                                                            

And it was beautiful

And it brought them together

In ways they knew not,

As the plane dipped,

the clouds danced,

and their thoughts sang.



                                                                      

                                                                          

                                                                                                                

A young girl at the back

Eleven going on twenty

considered how, as time passed

and they got closer to the ground,

the windows on one side

held water and clouds

and the other showcased

buildings and little shanties.

She watched as huge pink clouds

rested on the pale blue surface;

she looked upon

the fishermen and boats.



                                                                              

And she felt

the world was a big world

bigger than she'd ever know.

I got to see the sunrise from the skies

As in the company

of rolling clouds

I floated over sea

And the colors spoke to me

                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                                

Red at the bottom

for the love,

that was never missing after all;

a rather murky olive green-

the uncertain future;

right above yellow

which says we'll be okay;

with the blue

all around

because hope can be found

at the outer edges of the soul



                                                                                                              

because at 4 am

the dark surrounded the light

but at 5 am

the dark never existed

She tried to copy the messy buns

but the style

doesn’t go with her broken smile

And she could draw pretty dolls on paper

But she’d been made of flesh

And pencil, brain, and heart are powerless

She could do a lot of things

Actually

Gifted, they called her,

But she had

the kanji character for beauty

As the background of her computer,

And she’d dip her brush in black paint

And write it on her white walls

That maybe one night while she slept

It would seep into her skin

and settle there