A day to me is a world of              nothing.



In a box lay                                              oblivio­n.            
                
  
                  
                                Space                                 everywhere.  
         *Empty

I love to steal away to my retreat
Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes.
Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet
Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs.
O! If I could  but linger here all day
From earliest morn with rose tinted sky,
I would listen for God's voice as I pray
Though time on agitated wings doth fly.
Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees,
Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove,
Alone break hush of benediction's breeze
Overflowing my heart with poignant love.
O! to linger forever at this place
Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace!



*~~Hilda~~

you

whittled away so much of

me

to get

the shape you wanted

now cry

at the pieces

cast
down
on

the floor

you

got what you wanted not less but


“ more ”

in the back
of an old junk drawer
i left my youth
in a mason jar

i tried to open it
but there's no use
anymore

the summer days
are shorter now
the leaves dried up
and lay on the ground

you won't find anything
that you can't find here,
ain't it true?

around the block
there's an old gravestone
by the woods
you'll find some
rock hard bones

a stained glass window
shattered by our youth

it is gone.

(She Speaks.)


I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, -
This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.


For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal spirits should unite.

You can never really
walk with purpose,
because you are
always falling even
when you watch your step.

Look at it, hanging there
several inches in the air
for moments before you
give yourself to gravity,
and hope to land gracefully.