Sitting
Sinking
Into cloud landing

Falling through
Still sleeping
In white dust

Will my toes
Ever touch
The ground

Or will I be
Stuck - eyes closed
Forever

In a daydream

He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.

Every night I go to the window to look at
The little bud that grows each day.
Today it's white like silk.
Jasmine is expecting to bloom.
I can not wait for daylight.  
In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.
The bloom gives a small tremble of joy.
It knows I dreamt, wrapped in silk sheets.
The white Goddess flower opens wide.
I am softly hugged by its fragrance.