y  o  u
a l w a y s
told    m e    i
was too  skinny
but no no no i am
beautiful, i am strong
(stronger than i used to
imagine i  could be)  and
my heart is still thumping
like   it   has   been   for   all
these   centuries   i've   lived
even after losing you, even
after feeling like i wasn't
enough  to   make  you
happy.    b u t    jesus
c h r i s t    i    w a s
enough     i    was
enough   i   a m
e n o u g h   .

Sometimes I wonder
why I was put on this Earth.
I assume it was to make a difference.
Somehow.

I have vanished like the wind
that circles around a windmill
never returning back
but going outward
pushing birds in flight
rising
so that I may touch
the deep blue sky
with my golden wings
dipping...
to get a better view
below
I have vanished like the wind
that blows white dandelions
in the air
so that I may be silhouetted by the sun
when I am kissed by light
I now float
with anticipation...
seeking a resting place
somewhere in the ground
planting myself again
where I can be loved
by the sun and the rain...
until another breeze takes me again....
I have vanished like the wind
out of sheer necessity
from your silence
forcing me to move on
pushing upward...
always now,
around the stars
and the moon...
I have vanished from your silence
I am blowing in the wind
waiting to be loved again.

The watchman who awakens the sleeper
blurry eyed
doubting the images
that have been held inside.
I am the sleeper who has risen
no longer held captive in my internal prison.
It's like an invisible bridge
without an external rope
I am crossing it now...
with a leap to faith
and, a lot of hope.
I once was blind
but now I see
I am free...
I've been holding the key
(this whole time)
I was born with it ...
it's been inside of me.

In the darkness of the moon
without a future or a past
where there are no left turns back
between the minutes that never last
I am within your silent whispers
found in the darkness of holy secrets
I've been read about in ancient myths
I am the darkness of the moon
and,
I am attracted to quiet prayers
I am floating in the air...
I'll be present when you feel it
I am the stillness of your spirit
found in the darkness of the moon without a future or a past
I am the mystery of the moment
between the seconds that never last.

Let's fly away home to the place where dreams create
floating white clouds that dissipate
in a mystical land called me and you...
where we've invented flying machines
that move so fast they can't ever be seen
we dance back in time
right into a joyous
New York 40's chorus line
fast forward we invent
a world filled with love, and content
because the sun shines bright
there's never a grey cloud in sight
and the sky is always blue...
in the mystical land called me and you
where "once upon..." is always true.

She can see your lips move
but cannot hear what you say
her eyes tear up at the end
at the futility of understanding
the small message you're trying to send
unable to pierce the walls of silence
she feels trapped inside
slow moving ocean tides
nodding throughout her day
in front of the faces that visit today
Mozart spins silently around
as her memories flood back
to the sights and the sounds
of fluttering gowns
when she was a young girl...
and he was her world.