On a green leaf For frogs Illuminated by the surface under There she sits on A part A piece I looked as a picture Dazing wondrously and scouring with pairs My sandals my feet my hands All my fingers and nails My ears My toes of ten and legs Knees and my shoulders The missing piece or so i thought under The afterthought Full of doubters For the plants grew all tall None could be any taller Dazzling danglers A field under the stars.
Girly willed as am I Which could not seem possible Acceptance aches Belief breaks Even the words I speak, write or sing, (Shall I Hear it...) over there it only echos against the busy chatter and travels back home Clogs ******* Reminding me that a life can be extinguished with mere disbelief. Disbelief and ignorance another pair... Girly willed as I am Nodding behind books Fiction, fiction, fiction They neigh So here I go... Thankful prayer as it did happen to us.. And all of it did That it was I who did it.
Fuels of her pair by flying passion and wild innocence Now... A human being Limitless like the others Why don't they not see? The rest, the stops, The same scene, there is exactly the same scene...of falls. If they just went out and did it, for a stretch and a walk, Just grow out of leaves, be the branches printed of feathery crease Because I am girly willed Golden meadows lost to become treasure. Fearless of rags she is as I am, Laying afloat of the clouds, linen skies, seas and drifting through the weightless sand Fearless forever.