Longest night of the year-- of ever? The whole world- the sun blinks. Out. Wrapped in my blanket, in darkness, deep as the soul of the earth it engulfs us, even those who hide. We are not excepted, we too are darkness. Saturated potential. All of it. Infinity: together we are everything, and nothing at all. Sink in. What will become of itself?

In your eyes
I found myself,
Staring back.

In your eyes,
I found myself
Staring back.

In the depths of tent city
In the tall skinny pines
An electric blue mist
Turns the shadows to lines

The music's distorted
The spirits are bright
And colors are gathering
Contrasting with night

In one of the tents
A blanket-heap lies
Where eyes wide awake
Will miss the sunrise

We're all safe and comfy
Away from the dew
As soft golden sunshine
Comes filtering through

There's magic in the hair
Of a wizard asleep
Where purple is natural
And sunlight is deep

I unzip the doorway
And open it wide
Inhale the fresh air
And go barefoot outside

The people on hammoks
That swing to and fro
Are unlike the clouds
That have places to go

As I watch them sail
Like great wooden ships
My heart leaps up
And flies through my lips

My breath's being stolen
In a most welcome way
As I stand in the mud
And remember that day

Spilled coffee freckles a handwritten note,
Eyelashes filter the sun
Making rainbows for your eyes
As all our heartbeats run.

The way the pines look alive reassures you.
So old, so tall, and so wise.
You feel calm within their cradles
That sway you like the tide.

If only you'd listen closely
As the gentle branches creak
And move through the wind so easy.
Quiet words, through silence, leak.

The willow withies bend as well.
They're trying to get through,
Saying "HEY, we're all connected!"
So am I, and so are you.

You may just feel a firey light
That makes you feel complete.
You'll shine it out, wherever you go
To everyone you meet.

And one day you will meet someone,
And at first you will not see,
The same familiar firey feeling
That once came from a tree.

Mulch my heart
Let it sprout
These're the things I think about
Picking strawberries
In the sun
A yogurt container for everyone
This still kitchen
Squeak of mice
I'll leave in hopes of you tonight
Poor poem rhymes
Always fun
These sweet, cheap words for all and none
Stream my conscience
All alone
I love it here, I'm never home
Off and about
Somewhere else
In La-la-land all by myself
Where'am I going?
Do I feel frost?
Inside my mind, safe, but lost
Look inside
If you dare
And find the nonsense lurking there
Or even worse
Sensible things
That haunt me when I try to sleep
Cotton trees
Release their fluff
Too much sense, but not enough
Floating flying
Seeking trying
I wouldn't say that I was lying
But there were words
I should have said
That I've kept inside my head
*******, self
*******, world
It's too much, I'm just a girl
This poem, it seems,
Never ends
Just bends and bends and bends and bends
Repeat it enough
It won't exist
Things were here, you thought you missed
An infinite
Curving line
We never seem to find the time
Time finds you
You find it clear
The answer, seems, is almost near...
It burned your throat
The sour taste
Empty looks and silent space
I did not know
What I should do
Whatever it took to get us through
Little of this
Quite amounts
Is it just the thought that counts?
Glowing strings
Of festive lights
Remind me of that very night
Now they hang
Above my bed
And try to soothe my sorry head
The feather and
The daisy there
Assure me that of course I care
And drawings hang
Near that same place
Clouds and moons and outer space
And the single
Shard of glass
Reflects it all, all right back
Look into it
And what you'll see
Is not quite what it seems to be
But who's to say
It makes less sense
Than present, past, or future-tense?
Thunder rumbles
Through the town
And tiny raindrops roll on down
My window pane
Perhaps not yours
Gone far away to distant shores
Where waves and moon
Sing their song
I'm not so certain, I could be wrong
But isn't that
What you wrote
And sent to me inside a note?
Of the perfect day
you'd see
It long before it came to be
I thought it'd make
A lovely song
A lullaby that's not too long
Just long enough
To end a night
And tell us that it's all alright
It wasn't mine
To make it so
And I accept that we won't know
But then, a poem
Is never done
And perhaps one day it will be sung
If I've learned
Things from friends
It's that the circle never ends
The rotation
Becoming 'done',
The tilt of earth now hides the sun
Now it's time
For you to sleep
So nod your eyes and rest your feet
The thunder may just
Shake these walls
But no soon time will this room fall
The dark appears
With a kiss goodnight
When morning comes you'll be alright,