The problem is: I love you.

I'm nothing but a dandelion wish.

I thought you were okay now.

Sorry, ******* is not my type.

She fell out of love again.

Step inside and come with me
Oh, what a beautiful word we shall see
We'll float up and away and out the door
To see things that have never been seen before
We'll sail on a breeze made of the free
Higher than the highliest tree
Far across the seven seas
To the far away land of dreams
Where the grass grows green
And the sun always shines
Where the rivers are free of muck and grime
Where the dream makers weave
The dreams of the world
Where many stories are told and retold
Of
Hopes
And wishes
Angers
And fears
Hates
And loves
Sadness
And tears
Where the dreams are sent out
On the beautifulest breeze
Up and over the highliest trees
Through the air
Under the sea
To many places
Seen and unseen
To people everywhere
Like you or me
So they can see
What could have been
What should have been
What might have been
What never shall be
But the one thing they will never see
Is the smallest glimpse of the land of dreams
So won't you step inside
And come with me
To see the dream weaver's world?

fireflies flicker bits of soul at ocean’s edge
angel mists rise from foam to the tiny lighthouses
i wade infant waves and their tiny lion roars
dig my feet into dis-finite granules of weathered stone
spread my arms into a cross for the ocean to bear.

i wonder, as the echo of silence fills my humid lungs
if i held half a sun to my cracking lips
licked comforting fire off its dancing edges
filled myself up with stolen luminescence
would i be enough a beacon to call you to shore?

i can feel the reverberating echoes of energy
they swirl glass-filled water around my ankles
for a moment i am infinity, omnipotent, divine
the clear sky is my mirror of stars and velvet
i think i finally understand why.

then little lions swirl away and the echoes are gone
i indent the sand like a statue left to wither
in that moment i am tiny, lonely, empty
my freedom feels broken, incomplete
i’ve forgotten how to know you.

(remember to breathe) as silence fills my gaps
a lighthouse firefly drips its way to the sand
white wings sprinkle me with dew and fall to dampness
shadows make love to the edges of my eyes
my cheeks are wet from the salty rain.

my feet are cold.
you are gone.