It wasn't just that she'd given her heart
tried one more time all over again
"this one's for love...this could be a new start"
that's what she said...
He'd found a passionate girl that loved knowledge
the smell ink on paper - the love of old books
His Peter Pan to her Captain Hook
Once the pattern had started all over again..
"It was that one time - I know that he's kind,"
this too will pass - this too will end...
She had been trading herself in for cheap beer
far too long  -- she had been telling herself
"Love feels like shame...."
"I need more of the same..."
When she realized the lies ...
tears pooled in her eyes
What a skewed point of view...
that everything she knew
felt lifeless and shattered
because someone had said,
"You really don't matter...
you're not worth my time...
I named you.. "Nickel"
because you're not worth a dime."

The beautiful Princess always said 
every night before she went to bed…
I’ll meet you on the other side 
when the sun comes up
and begins to shine…
when the world has spun 
a million times.
This was the story I always read
just before, (Marleh), went to bed…
Once upon a time in a faraway land…
large castles glistened upon golden sand..
A beautiful Princess sang a song
by the sea - in the sun…
sometimes singing all day long…
under the stars, 
under a the moon
she sang a melody,
a special tune…
Her words…her song
had been magic all along…
the animals, the dolphins, and all the birds in tree’s…
they had carried her song in the summer breeze
echoing her magic, 
she sang her song…
echoing her love all summer long.
The world had spun a million times..
and the sun was up and— it did shine…
Princess Marleh was all grown up…
no longer the age of nine…
She’d gone off to college, and gained some knowledge
still she hoped a Prince had heard her song…
she had been singing that melody for so very long.
Across the mountain …and over the sea
lived a handsome Prince 
as lonely as can be
one day while under the stars
he heard a melody - a special tune
he heard the sound of Marleh’s voice
while standing under the moon
from across the ocean sea’s
her magical song had floated in 
on a magical ocean breeze. 
The Prince saddled his horse…
that could fly.. of course..
traveling across the sea..
He said, 
“Oh, Princess Marleh…
will you please join me 
for an afternoon cup of tea?”
And that’s the story of “once upon…”
as the two lived..happily… 
happily on…

Those that knew her
described her as quiet, and nice.
She entered her own world
when she took the ice...
She liked the sound of her skates...
rhythmically cutting figure eights.
White chips of snow flew into her hair
circling her body - shooting out
as she fearlessly leaped into the air.
In an instant...
she was inside her world now
without a single worry, or care.
Mozart was playing just for her  
she leaned into him with a flirtatious stare.
Captivated by her joy,
the audience had been taken there
(to her world she loved dancing on)
Swept away by the quiet skater,
a quiet Swan.

If the whole world had been a dream
and you and I
were magical characters on the screen
Could we make the people
dance and sing?
What if we could go back in time
(perhaps a fantasy that's all mine)
Removing money from politics
(Turning the Koch brothers into Old St. Nick's)
The sky's the limit let's go to town!
Let's go and turn this upside down!
Certain members of the House and Senate
would "trade lives" with all they've called "those kind"
stuck below the poverty line
Imagine all the joy they'd feel
when they realize... Oh, my God,
"This is real...
I never said the word, Repeal!"
Rachel Maddow would get a crown
for pointing out the bogus clowns.
Congress would have to pass some bills
or, lose their jobs up on the hill.
Oh, how the world would dance n' sing
to know once more
to have this thing
we once called, The American Dream.

-13-
I've been reading the diary I kept
an entry for everyday I lived
each night before I slept.
Elton John was my everything
cherry lip gloss n' faded jeans
winning my first spelling bee
my first kiss/his first slap
made the boy step on back.
Laughy taffy with good friends
Bubble Gum/******* Jacks
First Crush/Late Night
(gave my mom a total fright)
-14-
"Kenny Johnson"
Just three words...
"Oh, my god!"
I'm gonna die..
I'm in love with his blue eyes.
Ice Skating/Track Meets
hungry all the time
First job really bit...
worked so hard to be a hit
Fast forward...
-15-
Innocence
I want a Prince
Tough year/Tons of fear
(Does everyone feel this weird?)
Football games/Friday nights
SNL, and Popcorn Fights
Mean Girls show up here
I kick their bums to the curb
(They don't ever cross this nerd)
Summer Camp way out West
College Boys are the best!
J.D. Salinger made me cry
when I read..
"The Catcher In The Rye"
-16-
No more entries after this...
Just these memories of when I was..
just a young girl in search of love.































and read a ton of books...
I dreamed of being a writer someday
(extremely kind with a complex mind)
and sporting killer looks.

When hope seems lost
adrift at sea -- or, in the stars
outside of me
I have my music...
inside of me.
When there is nothing left to take
no matter how much money
I try to make...
I remember,
I am not my house
my car
my rings
my clothes/my things
I remember...
A musical spirit bubbles inside
it simmers
it glows
it twinkles
it grows.
It is like an expanding Universe, it knows
to extend its light is to extend its love
for a higher power that's up above.

She slid the memory of his hatred
into an imaginary place in the shape of a heart
so it could be loved
softly, gently..
she rocked it to sleep
singing
a sweet lullaby
whispering
upon sunrise
"You are cherished"
each afternoon
"You are safe"
upon the stars
"You are special"
her name was, Patience
she knew
there had been a little boy once
deep inside
and, he had suffered.

Imagine a story - Imagine a day
Imagine a life that started this way ...
a talking cat that loves couture
with a crib in Paris when out on tour
a guitar playing cat that loves her fans
that echo her songs from up in the stands
speaking French,
I wave of course
while riding "Fido" my sweet loyal horse
"Bonjour! Bonjour!"
(squeaks a mouse)
that's busily sweeping a little house
all of sudden......out of the blue
a fairy fly's up wear'n red shoes
"Wow!"
I hear myself say...
(she's shaking her wand)
"That girl packs a wallop for such a small blonde!"
"Look out!"
Someone shouts --
"She's madder than heck!"
(so everyone knows to hit the deck)
except for the mouse - who gave her a hug
the next thing I know
they're laughing n' scratching...sharing tea on a rug!
I never found out why the fairy was mad,
but I think she lonely or, a little sad
and, that's how I met a kind little mouse
who sings next to me in a much bigger house
along with the fairy who plays wicked drums
using two wands ...
while she sings, and she hums.

War torn baby you're over ten
remember the good times/remember when
you were happy /you belonged
to them
it's all just a faded dream
when you laughed
n' you played in streams
You're an orphan now/a war torn baby
it's black n' white now/ain't no maybe
You try to imagine their face
before you were left in this place
where it's cold, and it's dark
n' you don't play in the park
Yeah, remember the good times
remember when
you were happy/you belonged
to them
they hugged you tight n' then they said,
"I'll be seeing you again"
n' you tried not to cry
as you looked deep into their eyes
knowing what they said
was a big fat lie
that this would be the last time
you belonged---
to them.
Yeah, that's when they smiled
n' then they said,
"I'll come back for you before you're ten."

Stand alone when you know it's right
truth is beauty held up to light
there will be people that want your soul
to do their will/to have control
Your sword is truth/wave it high
part the sea/part the tide
fearless warriors never hide.
You are truth/you are light
you're like a candle shining bright
in the darkness/through the night
Use your words ...
to make things right
blaze through fire/cut through stone
you're the warrior...
that stands alone.

I'm slip'n away again
if there's a window, or a door
n' you just happen to be
that person that wants more...
than, Baby I got news for you
I'm heading for the next state
n' I'm sorry if this came too late...
It was not my intention to hurt you..
I'm like a bird in the sky you can't see
cause' I'm flyn' next to the sun
I like the thrill of feel'n the heat
I'm glad we got a chance to meet ...
here's the deal/I have to keep it real
It's in my nature to fly sky high..
feel the wind blown' in my hair
n' where I land I just don't care..
I know you had a plan..
here's the thing, Baby..
I have to be who I am
n' that's a girl that's on the run...
blowing in the wind
searching for anything that sounds fun
Yeah, I'm slip'n away again..
Yeah, think of me --
when you look into the sun.

In my life I have known betrayal
It's been delivered to me in every way
placed in my mailbox
delivered express mail.
It's like a knife ****** into my heart
cutting slowly sadistically it says--
"Oh, baby -- this is just the start
this is gonna hurt...
"you're gonna **** down blood -- along with dirt"
It's put me on my knee's..
begging God/Whatever -- to rescue me
And,  I know that everyone's the same
we've all experienced hurt, and pain
It just seems like I've had more
it's shake'n me down to my core
There must be a lesson in all this
I just know I pray for bliss
to understand the reason I am here
to end my pain/to end my fear.

She smiled even in the rain
a clever ruse to disguise her pain
stopping to say, "Hello"
before turning to go...
Yeah, she smiled even when it rained
so it was quite a surprise
in everyone's eyes..
when they covered her face
in her imported lace
neighbors all gawked...
as they stood n' they talked...
saying...
"I saw her smiling in the rain the other day...
she held up her hand n' said, "Hey!"
--and as she walked by
there were tears in her eyes
as she quietly whispered...
Goodbye".

The little Princess always said...
"I'll meet you on the other side
after the world has spinned around a million times--"
it was the the story I always read
just before you went to bed...
there was the sea, the sun, the stars, n' the moon
in a faraway land...playing a melody...a special tune
in a story..
made up for you
there were Elves with funny ears,
a Prince, a Fairy that laughed so much
(she was prone to toss her lunch)
there was the hiccuping frog
who always seemed to fall off his log
n' the Princess was always you...
who granted wishes
that came true.
Just before she fell asleep--
after the fairy had kissed her cheek...
The Princess always said,
"I'll meet you on the other side...
after the world has spinned a million times--"

The song bird sits on a sleepy
ice draped branch
in solitude
waiting for Spring to awaken
so it can sing
next to pink cherry blossoms
greeting the new day...
while carefully watching
the sun begin to rise
above snow topped mountains
telling her
it's time to sing again.

This is how it's always been..
since you were the age of ten
your momma told you...
"Smile when you're feel'n blue
you'll find that others are happy for you
they don't have to know
that it's not true---"
you've lived your whole life up on the stage
a place to display
all your sadness, and your rage...
And your momma said...
"So smile even if you feel blue
they don't have to know
that it's not true--
don't stop those lights from flashing on you"
I know when I look deep in your eyes
you're tired of acting out so many lies
just take my hand
let's make some cool plans
we'll start all over in a new land
We'll buy a big house across the pond
with lots of cattle
n' lots of green lawn...
I hear you saying that we can't go
there's a new deal that you just can't blow...
"Momma needs a new car, dress, n' some shoes
I gotta smile even when I feel blue
they don't have to know that it's not true---"

I wish, I wish
upon a shooting star
that one, up there
the bright one...
the North star
there's one next to it
blazing through the sky
(I trace its path with spiritual eyes)
wondering about the many lives
it's heard whispering heartfelt pleads
to bring back life through miraculous deeds
beggars of souls
regretfully buried
in carved out holes
from bombs, and shells
a senseless hell..
wishing, wishing...
praying for peace
to end all of the blood shed in the Middle East
I am here
you are there...
(you feel as though nobody cares)
Can you hear me from up there?
I hear you down here
while everything's falling,
falling
tumbling down..
there's so much fear
We're running for shelter
on rumbling ground...
 as I say goodbye to a shooting star
I am..
wishing, wishing
praying for peace
for all the souls
buried in shrouds
in neat little rows
like sweet little clouds
your soul’s now part of the North Star
little voices sing for peace
(sweet dreams little cherubs from the East)
You want to tell them
you’ll come back
in another time
when everyone's kind
embracing all of mankind
and though we’re all down here
and you are up there...
I know you exist everywhere.

Someday I don't know when..
on a flight coming home again...
Paris, Spain, or Amsterdam
our eyes will meet from across the aisle
n' you'll give me that special smile...
you'll have that twinkle in your eyes..
the look that said, honey, won't you stay with me awhile
I've missed you for so long
n' I don't know where I went wrong...
My porch light has been on...
this whole time you've been gone...
just waiting for you to come along
I just don't know how to be
without you there's just no me...
So please baby, come on home..
I don't want to live alone.

I met an angel once when I was twelve
she told to keep living...
to just be myself.
I met her one morning...
it was raining that day.
I remember it was the month of May
I was late for the bus that was across the street
if I missed it my mom would yell
n' hearing her scream felt like hell.
Against a red light
without looking twice
I ran across with all my might..
it was in that moment
I rushed toward a death
not knowing I'd take in my final breath
I felt the cold metal strike my bones...
I saw beautiful images flashing inside my head
like colorful slides ...
or, perhaps moving pictures instead.
I heard people screaming
I heard them shout..
right before I blacked out
my soul began to take a flight
an energetic tunnel ...
(a kinetic pull)
a spinning funnel.
I felt warmly bathed in mystical light
that seemed to glow incredibly bright
I saw an angel hovering above
she whispered ...
"hold on tight...don't let go...
there's so much left to do
with all the people
you're to know"
I floated up high...so high
pushing toward heaven past the sky...
I could see my my body down below
The angel spread her golden wings
n' she began to sing ...
"Life is about all the joy, and love you can bring"
with that she flew away
n' when life gets hard, or seems too tough...
and I feel like I've had enough
(her words echo to this day)
I remember the message the angel told me that day.

After you left me alone
my heart was as cold as stone
like some kind of bereft widow
feeling damaged, and feeling ruined..
l used to cry night after night
into my pillow
slowly I began to gaze up at the sky
I noticed the sun...
I admired the light
my spirit was revived
Yeah, my life had just begun.
Now you're just a faded memory
like the coffee stained photograph
that I came across today
I had locked them up
tucked them away..
so you could be a faded memory
distancing you from me
rebuilding myself
with a newfound reverie
to forget the past, and your misery..
like when I made you go away
on a mid-December day
there's still a black spot
by the door...in the hall
where I through your shoe
n' missed your head
hitting the wall instead..
I said...
"We're done...we're through..
I'm so fed up with you!"
Until I found this coffee stained photo
I'd almost forgotten
all the different shades of you
when you left me wearing...
nothing but black n' blue.

I wanna live to love
Cause you shine'n like the stars above
Baby, Baby...
I got it bad for you...
so please don't ever/make me blue
when I say to you /that my love is true..
Baby, Baby...
I'm dance'n in moonlight
sing'n this song tonight
Cause I got it bad for you...
So please... Baby, Baby
Don't say
maybe
you got it bad for me----
too
won't you come on over here
just hold me tight n' hold me near..
n' whisper sweet love songs in my ear..
tell me it's the same for you
(Chorus)
Oh----
n' promise me you will be true
Yeah, I'm fallen...Yeah I'm fallen
I am in love with you
(Chorus)
Oh---

I'm outside looking in
I'm thirteen...
I don't fit in with the Queens Bee's
or, the wannabe's
the jocks..
or, beach girls
perfecting their catwalks
My mother shops all day
when I come home
she's been drinking alone
ignoring anything
n' everything I say..
she gives me money...
then pushes me away.
When I go to school..
the bully's rule
wear'n shades
holding blades
sporting colors
they took my lunch
I take my flights at night..
cut my wrists
a fist clutched tight
it's a release that sounds insane
to deal with pain
I wrap myself in shame
I don't want to feel
I am raining tears.

Her house looks over the water
her husband has left her
for someone else's daughter
she cries alone
wondering why...
He was always high
and what went wrong ...
She'd tried for so long
to remain cheerful...
to stay strong...
but her children scream
haunted by the shadows in their dreams.
During the day they don't have much to say
they're shy, and withdrawn
playing quietly on the lawn...
wondering
what they could have done right
on any particular day, or night...
to make Daddy stay
thinking
they were the ones that drove him away...
they're hungry for food --
n' they feel misunderstood...
they cry, and cry...
all the while
questioning why
they have to hide their tears
and all of their darkest fears.
They make up chants n' mantras throughout their day
saying them in a particular way
so they can remember it just right...
praying for Daddy to come home tonight
n' the children appear hopeless n' sad...
(feeling inside)
  they must have done something very bad.

There is a place in the heart that always knows
that the seeds we plant, and reap
are the ones we always sow.
I try kid myself that it's not true
n' I always end up feel'n blue...
I should have listened to my heart--
there were warning signs flashing from the start...
I was falling,
                  falling..
                            ­   falling...
I heard you say my name
I heard you calling...
It's too late now ...we'll never part.
I am yours,
You are mine...
until the end of time.

You want to cut me
make me bleed to make me pay for
what you imagine ...
are all my evil deeds.
But if you think that these were my goals
to somehow damage what's inside your soul
You need to take a closer look
cause honey,
I gave n' gave...
n' you were so happy ...with what you took
You've cut me off
n' my name has somehow earned all your hatred,
and your spiteful scoff
n' it seems like there's nothing I can do
to make it up to you
I always tried to do my best
the truth is ...
I could never pass your tests.
That bar was always set too high...
leaving nothing but sad tears in my eyes.

We've met each other from opposite directions...
an intersection
let's call it a perfectly woven
web of connections
where we play in the sand
and I reach for your hand
n' our voices echo
while the heavens above
breath in and then out
as we playfully shout
  running along sunny beach shores...
n' it's just a dream
where nothing's real
or, so it seems..
'cause when we look
up in the sky
we both see
photos
floating so high
they move across
in the shape of a stream...
Yeah, it's like one big
magical dream
where all things converge
like two souls that merge
shaping
us
into one shining star ...
shooting wide,
shooting..
far.

How many times do I have to say I'm sorry
until you beat me down
again to claim your sense of glory...
I never said I was Jesus hanging on the cross
for your personal execution
to fulfill your own sense of retribution.
Oh, baby I'm so tired of the judgmental looks you toss
I never said I was perfect
I'm so worn down from your disrespect
(n' my heart aches)
please forgive me
n' let your anger go because someday I'd like to say...
I'm so sorry that things turned out this way.

We're all the same inside
no matter what our color, race, or eyes... may be
we all want freedom, and a place
to claim our dignity with a simple kind of grace
Hale to brave...
Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King...
you showed us how to spread our wings.
To fly above and sing...
"Rise together now"....
revealing to us all
how we can learn to stand up tall.
My sisters, and my brothers...
let's all start
by being kind to one another.

I am the past, present, and future
wrapped all into one
I am your destiny
soon to be your ecstasy.
I am what you are to me...
a heart shaped key
I am the butterfly you see...
waiting for you ...
my wings softly fluttering in your apple tree.
I am the bird in the sky...
I am a pink sunset in Shanghai
I am
with you
past, present, and future
all wrapped into one
and..
we have only just begun.

You're good at talking your way into the hearts of women
only to rip them out later
when you've had your fun
when you're good and done..
like a Lion
you swagger away
happy with your catch of the day
happy you got your way
and that she was dumb enough to think you cared
when the truth is..
she was just another girl to snare
in your collection of hearts
you're happy she didn't catch on from the start
Cause' you've left her bleeding on the floor
as you exit the front door...
So you move on..
the night is still young..
for the next ****...
for your next one.

In the city that never sleeps
you walk the city streets
to pass the time
Wishing I was yours...
While I'm wishing you were mine
You wander through the night
haunted by my love
haunted by my ghost..
I have gone though...
I couldn't stay
it's best this way
you stare at all the blinking lights...
dazed
in a haze...
way past midnight
I am here
you are there
I have gone...
the song plays on.

I turned around
in the crowded room
I remember the sound
of your voice
I once called home
you always made me feel
like I wasn't alone...
and you were standing there
I laughed
as if I didn't care
and all you could do was stare
but deep down ...
All I wanted was for you to pull me close
hold me tight--
whisper in my ear..
"everything's going to be alright"
and never let me go.

You enter this mysterious world
with trepidation..
and some hesitation
but you're the hero of your own story
seeking glory
there's no turning back now
you must accept your fate
what will you gather
or, learn on your journey
this Odyssey of adventures--
while on all of your travels?
There will be dragons to slay
and, some kind of transformation--
morphing you into a Prince or Princess
much to your dismay
but you're up for the ride
because there's really no place to hide..
You must go on
at all cost
because you're the hero of your own story
you get to write how you win
do you go down in flames riddled with sin?
There's always a fork in the road
for all the seeds you have sewn
A rite of passage--
you get to choose...
savage.
sinner...
or, saint.

I am like an unread book
that's been sitting on your shelf
waiting patiently
to be opened up
wanting my pages turned
my words read out  loud for the first time
fluttering all around you
making it Spring time
in Winter.

Maria..
A quiet little girl
with blue eyes
and big brown curls
she would sit for hours
depriving herself of sleep
for days
imagining characters
making up plays
In her dreams ...
she floated on clouds with angel wings
there she heard the sound of violin strings
rocking her to sleep each night...
where her imagination would take flight.

For those who dare to fly
through the open sky
over oceans  
through rough waves
for exploring caverns in the Himalaya caves
daring to cross Atlantic seas
through the heavy fog
and misty breeze
climbing mountains far and wide
(happy you even tried)
I dedicate this poem to you
for staying strong..
for being true
daring...
to fly the open sky.

In the jungle of humanity
painted walls of white
all of them suffering the same plight
strangers sat together exchanging polite glances
hoping for a chance
to reach for the American Dream
one that had somehow slipped through their fingers
it seems...
wanting to keep their dignity
reaching for a life that shines--
Oh, so brilliantly.

It was raining on that starry night...
Softly leaning in
she whispered...
"Meet me at midnight"
before turning away
a million days flew by....
when he remembered her eyes
somehow the meeting was missed
(they never did kiss)
it was a cold starry night
in the pouring rain...
they were boarding a train
catching her hand
he spun her around
and fell to the ground
whispering...
"Meet me at midnight

I grew up a wolf child
all alone
playing in streams
pretending to have a family
in my dreams
I grew up strong
grew up wild
I am the wolf child
I like to make dolls & things
and little flower rings
              I am a wolf child
               I run wild
                               I run free....
                                                        ­                   No one will ever own me.

I find myself now
left in a puddle of tears
wondering how
as I look out our bedroom window
like a bereft widow
daydreaming
what we could have seen
together
wishing so hard
for what might have been...
after year ten
But I'm on a new train now...
blow'n down the tracks
blazing toward my future...
I won't look back.

If I could...
I would wipe away every tear
for every year
you've felt some pain
in the pouring rain
honey, honey---
from your sweet face
(I'd hit erase)
for your souls
sweet sake...
my heart just aches...
I'd replace it with...
a white candle stick
(or take your pick)
I'd shine it back...
remove the lack...
instead...honey, honey...
give you
bright blue sky's
instead of lies
you've told yourself---
you've hid yourself....
from me...
It would be...
like an olive tree---
with brand new leaves
a life unseen...
hidden
waiting
during consternation
a feeling lately...
that keeps me waiting
impatiently blue---
hoping in the end...
honey, honey --
I'm with you....
a love so true.

With you at my side
there's nothing to hide
with love in our hearts
it's just a start
from beginning to end
our hearts transcend
in another life
honey, honey...
where do we go from here?
with my green eyes
and mysterious lives
I'll never hide
from you...

from this life to next
gonna love ya like heck...
like a spell
What the hell...?
so honey...honey
chant the spell
under the stars
under the moon
keep me up
until dawn...
til' noon..
that's the thing....
I love ...
about you.

A green eyed girl
who saw the world
in colors that she only understood
she wandered about
with curious eyes
wanting truth
not lies
searching for all
the love....
he held inside.

He could not ignore her fire
he had to touch it
it was..
a lake of flame
a lake of fire...
filled up with desire
it burned inside his soul
made him yearn  
for truth untold
wanting
he waited...
but she was the one
in the end...
that hesitated.

What a life it could have been
if I'd only know you then
when I was 21, and fun
and we were both
really young
daring to live a life
traveling the world
flying kites
surfing oceans
eating cheese
shooting the breeze
staying up late
because we relate...
our life ...
our world
Oh, what a life it could have been....
if I'd only known you then.

The song goes on...
like a torch
you must pass it along
to the others you meet
on this journey/on the street
so they don't feel alone
to help them know they're needed
that they're strong..
everyone belongs
so learn to hum this song...
to the sounds all around
you'll hear it in the whistle of a train
in the drip of the rain...
to the drums on the street
in the all souls you'll ever meet..
it's found in the rhythm of their heartbeat
go on n' sing it now/pass it along
it's just a song ...
but it will help others to become strong.

Her children have all grown
off to college
with great expectations all of their own
they're too busy
to pick up the phone...
so she sits all alone
and talks to her cat
(that sits on her lap)
staring at her
with an inquisitive look
(as if reading a book)
pages of years...
stories of tears
laughter and pain
jumping in puddles in the pouring rain
first day of school
standing up to bully's that are cruel
Halloween lights
pajama party
nights
flying kites
Picnics and plays
on sunny days
Tooth fairy's
milestones
anniversary's
skinned knees
bandades
sunscreen
bee stings
Calamine
Valentines
Art classes
guitar lessons
Thanksgiving
blessings..
(tick-tock/tick-tock)
goes the clock on the wall
that's witnessed it all...
now that she's all alone
her children all grown
except the purr of her cat
who sits on her lap
with an inquisitive look
as if reading a very good book.

Between the lines
there is the truth that's left unsaid
-- words never uttered
keeping them safely trapped instead
emotions stuffed inside my head
swimming around
when I sleep at night
I begin to float above the ground
reaching out for beautiful words...
beautiful truth,
I'm searching for courage
trying hard not to be discouraged
in the darkness of my dreams
between the lines
is where truth is found it seems.