if I’m gone before the spring storm falls
don’t let me let your life be stalled
don’t stay alone or cry to much
or ever feel like giving up
just plant for me a pure white flower
and watch it grow each passing hour
and when the flower starts to bloom
paint it for me Maya blue
and if the world is standing still
I’ll be sitting on your window sill
and for I know you always cared,
for you, I will always be there.

to grasp on to the intangible truth
was beyond me
for that, I chose to remain aloof
to be lonely
but, see, wishes aren’t just for shooting stars
that, I now know
the only way to move from where you are
is simply: to go

there was nothing left there but meaningless letters
crawling all over the page
she played back the moment, the door slamming closed
trembling with all of her rage
she wracked her memory to find the words
that once she has heard someone say
'don't decide your forever based on feelings felt now'
and that was her very mistake

she pulled pages out of magazines
hoping to change overnight
perhaps wishing is alright?
and he looked at her through weary eyes
at shoulders hunched over meekly
wondering what she couldn’t see

a flicker. The light dances
to a beat no one can hear
then quicker. The flame prances
like a lazy puppeteer
but then, it’s all over
and the dancer takes his bow
his friend, the air rover
drifts greyly into clouds

I'll paste into the future plan
places I must go
sights I'll see, things to be heard
knowledge I must know
then I"ll frame up my collage
and hang it on my wall
I'll then look at it every day
and pretend I've done it all

he said, well things are shaping up
and she said, they're fine
he said, we've had very good luck
and she said, yes, just divine
he said, it's good that we're not stuck
and she said, shhh.
                      don't worry.
                      the sun's out.
                      let's go outside.