Now,
Then,
Here,
There.
We,
Are,
Everything.
Charcoal lines of society try to contain us, but like flames we'll leap right over...
In your dark eyes, I see, atop a craggy-cliff a garden of bliss.
Dancing colours painted onto flowers; there dreams rise from soil and new-leaf by new-leaf a beanstalk of aspirations is born.
As blood brother's are bound, so us too will share a connection deep as a diamond mine.
I know we will be happy winged creatures when we finally reach the shores of the place we were always meant to call home.

She's tired of being a doll.
She no longer wants to be locked in a drawer with her pale pink dainty lips pressed against the ceiling of her rose-petal scented nightmare chamber.
She's old news now, Julie is the one to they all dote over, her hair's a shade lighter and glossier and her little boots are a more brilliant pink. Julie's dress isn't frayed like Arleta's, the flowers on the new doll's dress are more detailed and eye-catching.
Julie's perfumed with lemon and jasmine, Arleta used to smell of roses plucked at dawn after rain, now the once-sweet scent is toxic and she can't escape it.
She met a boy-doll once; Marr.. he looked at her as if she was a ship freshly painted and awaiting her maiden voyage over apple-green seas. Her tiny china heart had flipped that day and then never beat with such lovestruck ferosity again.
He'd fallen from a 3rd storey window and had been too broken to be mended, just like her worn little doll-heart.
But if she could dance like the young girls in the village do, in the buttercup fields.. if she could share carrot cake as dusk approached across the river and could sleep the night away in a hot air balloon!
If her legs could run and leap, and her delicate lips could kiss a charming boy..
She holds hope in her chest and crosses her porcelain fingers, maybe luck will fall into her lonely life like a jewel in a hail-storm.

When you died I planted a seed in my garden soil, a laurel tree seed.
I think of it as your heart living on even though the rest of you is gone.
Its leaves are all your life experiences and when it rains I'm sure your shining leaves curl just a little at the tips from joy; you always loved the rain.
Hot days come and I lie in your shade and listen to your versions of the times we shared, spoken soft into the wind.
Yes I cry at times, I can't wrap my arms around bark and feel the same comfort that you brought.
But when tears roll I swear your thin branches frolic; to me maybe you're saying there are still such good things to come.

I wake up only to fall into your galaxy-eyes;
We lived before side by side on some other planet where the dirt was pale-blue and poppies grew in every direction for miles.
We were identical to the people we are today but had different names.
I found you again; it's magic.
We'll forever keep meeting one another, I know for certain;
So don't be afraid of time and ageing; we'll never be truly gone.

He's sandstone in the desert, I'm the blue sky wrapped tight around him.
I kiss him with raindrops and in return he makes flowers grow.
We are like a lion and a nightingale; nothing alike but our marriage is the truest union.