Of all the dreams
Of mist and rain
I've dreamed here by this window pane
Of cloud kissed skies
Of grass with dew
None proved to be as sweet as you

My eyes got caught, drawn to the way you walk.
Thoughts manipulate what I say.
The clock ticks, but there's no stir.
The World Is Frozen.

The ice of hearts, prevents the spark.
I'd warm it with my hands if I could.
But like time, I fear I would lose them too.
The World Is Frozen.

Nothing enters my mind, and nothing leaves.
A scene, us dancing, The light,
of Lake Michigan on our heels.
The World Is Frozen.

False words we've spoken, hearts ripped open.
We hide what we think, so no one knows -
what we feel. I can't breathe.
The World Is Frozen.

My heart stops beating, feet lose feeling.
I stand there dumb, hands numb.
If only I could speak.
The World Is Frozen.

**-N.C.

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I can’t take too many more days like today
I never noticed it was National Day of Loneliness on the calendar
No red circle highlighting anything,
but it came and I wasn’t prepared

There were no cards or decorations to celebrate,
no special cake or pies,
not even a sale at Penney’s, (which is odd on any day)

Just a lonely day sitting at my desk,
staring at a screen (I guess my computer knew)
missing you
Oh, there were a few emails, but nothing that filled this need,
this constant need I have for you

So I suppose I will make a note
in my reminder program
so that next year
on April 7th I will know
that I will be lonely
once again

Can’t wait for tomorrow

There is no distance further than your dreams

There is no boundary, no line,
no horizon

Courage and fear roam freely,
tending to their own flocks;
wandering without humility  
or remorse

Love that has not been planted,
becomes a forest

Love that sleeps walks in the night;
unafraid of shadows or bright lights

You met him before you knew better;
but there is nothing you cannot imagine

He is perfect because your desires are perfect

If you cannot meet your own kind
in the very place you invented,
then you will never know him
when he knocks upon your door

There is no closeness that you can endure,
unless you have dreamed in a yearning state;
when flowers suddenly appear above a fence,
what was a life alone becomes a life together;
but who would know these things,
except someone from far away?