i dreamt of sunflowers in water
and endless hills; green, rolling
i dreamt of dolphins dancing in the waves

i dreamt of all-surrounding grasslands
and cloudless skies; clear, blue
i dreamt of goldfish leaping through the heavens

once nimble fingers
grasp at lithe reeds
as they slip and dance
in a breeze’s lullaby
ever present companions
as days turn into nights

to wake up
in agony because i was dreaming of you
and it didn't last longer
to smack into a pole
because their laugh sounded like yours
or on days like today
when pillows
feel like interlopers
where even in the shower
tears won't grace us with their presence
and
I can't even drink my scotch
because it reminds me of you

I want to touch you
like it was that first night
I want to hear your laugh
amongst the blurry images
I want to say it's totally okay
cause what does the future matter anyway?
but mostly
I want to pretend like you're not a fish
and I a bird
just waiting for the other to give out

he said he would bring me flowers;
i didn't know the kind he was talking about

he said they're the most beautiful i'll ever see
and he was right
these flowers don't grow from water though

for some reason they only sprout when my friend is around

he gives me the seeds, they fall from my eyes and caress my cheeks
sometimes, I catch them in my hands
usually I just let them go

but he is a generous friend,
always waiting around the corner

i like bouquets but he hates picking his flowers
so he flirts with my mind to capture my heart
and the garden blossoms

i used to hate him and his gifts

not any more,
i think they're graceful and they speak to my soul

Birds are
fly easily
They don't fly hard

birds are
beautiful
not flashy

The bird is
is where it is supposed to be
it is not where it is told to be

birds are
where it is
hidden from view

birds are
flying throught the sky
No flying around in the woods

The bird are
talks like a child
they don't threaten like adults

Who is chasing the bird?

- for lovely readers