Maybe
            the

                                                    space
     ­       has allowed REALITY in

MAYBE
           my heart
                            will not    
                      
                      dance at the
                              
                              sound of
          your heart


MAYBE
            my heart
                            will not
                      
                          break at the
                            
                                thought of
           your touch


maybe
            the

                                                    space
     ­                 changed us.

sand still- water
far from home
just you
        and me
and all was right and good
         just you and me
mushrooms and bears and love
           that's what I
kept holding on to
more than
          reality
somehow you always brought me back there for so long
when it was dark and scary
         we'd go back to .....
flat-water mountains sunrises
a mushroom and a bear
          and love
until the space between became the regular

you led me back to our family
and there I found you
      ...your heart.
..your kindness
                 ... and some darkness.
Fed on you and your understanding
Hearing your words
                     ignoring your heart
forgetting that everyone is fragile and I'm not that good with glue
closing my ears to the sound of the wind
....
              and
you didn't read my warning label
                   maybe I tore it off...
it reads: one is  just enough...after that it gets a little blurry.  

Use caution when driving

I drift slowly
     swiftly
          quickly
back back back
dancing and laughing and a cone on my head
        I remember those beginning days
   I see your round face, glowing eyes
and feel the pedestal lifting higher and higher, too high for a human girl
Love literally embraced every single person near
     A love so strong it seemed impossible
*"MOMMY" ....."MOMMY"
Oh yea, reality...reality...
            it's so many years later
pour the milk, run a bath,
                 look around...you aren't here...
       miss you....miss your hands...
       miss your eyes looking at me like there is nothing i can do wrong...
But I missed you and your eyes and your hands for so long
while you were still standing right here
... and now
it's the blue eyes and brown eyes that i look at, no more dark green eyes
and there's a different kind of love ...
have to let that fantasy life go...it hasn't been here for years

When presented with the choice
               she continued through the dark path
The lighted path makes sense....of course...

There's a
           little light getting through ... right     there        through the trees

don't all the interesting things happen
                                in the dark
          the moon is up...isn't that when life begins...

she stumbled upon the lightened path
                          and quickly ran back to the safety of the night...

where at least she was familiar

Miracles Happen
Even though you stopped thinking
Love is always there

I have always liked to play in the rain and the dirt
              of life
       of time
    but
often,   when the     end comes slowly in a quick second
     the shouting starts...
"come in" "come in    don't you see it's raining"  "we've got places to go"
     I don't know which soap to use to clean off the mud