Cool breezes whip the grass bellow
The scent of sweet lilac
The breezes blow softly to you as if it welcomes you
You marvel at the beauty of the grove
Rows and rows of beautiful flowers
A clear and bubbling stream passes you
Tall aspens surround you
Protecting you like a big brother
A loud bird begins its evening caw
An orange tang flavor comes creeping into your mouth
Reaching down to feel the prickly grass
Soft, peace envelops you
Quickly, quietly you fall asleep

The only time I’ve ever
felt brave in my
black combat boots,
and it was in those
black laced combat boots
When I was truly
Courageous
It was a Thursday,
or at least I think it was
when I came up to him
hand twisting together
in my scuffed black boots
and started my first
conversation with him.
He smiled at me that day.
I wonder if he remembers. I do.
As our friendship grew
I found myself not wearing
those black combat boots
quite as often.
He made me feel safe,
like I didn’t have to be brave
or have to have courage.
As If I could tell him
anything and everything
and he wouldn’t judge me
But then one day I knew
I’d need my black boots again.
It would be the day that
I would finally tell him.
The day I would tell him
“I love you.”

Deep within the woods
Snow falls lightly down
Pale moon shining on
The forest covered ground
A maiden lies sleeping
Shivering in her white dress
Soon dawn will shine
Shadows cast about her
Seeing from a distance
Keeping watch, staying out of sight
Who brought her here
Who brought this Snow White

I’m trapped
I breathe hard, I pant
I start to hyperventilate
Most people stay calm
Then why do I feel so trapped
Then I realize I smell the
Scent of freshly picked rose
I feel the soft cloth surrounding me
I see the wispy curtains flutter in a breeze
I laugh at myself for being so scared
A loud creak as my door opens I stiffen
Expecting pain, I hear laughter coming from outside
I try to sit up, but I feel woozy
Stars begin to appear just as I fall into the darkness

I want to be your
first kiss,
first love,
first home
I want to be your
last kiss,
last love,
last home.
I suppose that's selfish of me
to want so much of you.
And
I know I'm not your
first kiss,
first love,
or
first home.
At least I'll be your
last kiss,
last love,
last home.
I'll be your last adventure
in life.
I hope that's ok to be
your last dance.