slowed and swayed

and shyed away

like a little lamb unsure

whether to nibble from a human hand

or not

so i(t)…

did not

love = ?

a ****** tree.

love = ?

three nails.

love = ?

died for me.

for the boat:
wood.
the more fragrant the better.
maple, perhaps
but
pine
would do fine.
a sail.
of African cloth
and some oars with handles
made from gold-and-silver ladles.
pixie dust.
ten bags, at least
borrow some from Tink.
that would be simpler,
i think.
we're read-- oh!
i almost forgot.
don't leave behind your knapsack
and copper cooking ***.
you'll also need
an extra dose of courage
a tablespoonful of faith
two cups of questions
and a bucketful of dreams.
now, you're ready.
who needs a map?
destination:
anywhere
and
everywhere.
you have your boat
you have your dreams
impossible is not
what
impossible seems.

the warrior, falling, falling
in the midst of war
trying, failing
struck down on your hills
the mighty warriors, falling, falling
and the arms of war broken to bits
struggling, wanting to feel
the rush
the sweat
the joy
the heat of battle
training fingers and readying feet
we can't do it alone
we can't.
we need
You

it was a flood

when you pulled away

your feet were heavy

your eyes were misery itself

i didn’t even see you

leave that letter

but i saw you

leave

we were ghosts

yet i was unfeeling

we were dead souls walking

yet i was still breathing

we were skeletons in the closet

yet i could still smile

tell me why it is so

please

tell me

it was only

fifteen minutes but

you came

you came

you came

and stayed

for only

fifteen blue minutes

and released everything

you’d been holding in

so we did, too

and watched a waterfall

you strode in

a plaid hurricane

a bottled up typhoon

unannounced

uninvited

but completely

welcome.

and i was

surprisingly

unsurprised.