There's gypsy soul in my blood,
         wildflower-scented
         and airy with wonder.

I breathe best in water;
         I trip too much
         on land.

My hands are cold and dry;
         I soak them in
         sunflower baths.

I can't tell if the tide is coming in or

        slipping away.

They feel eternal
These moments
More alive than I
Everyday the same
Exactly the same
They be the same when you die
These moments
they be eternal...............................


My mind sailed away again
(here again I set/smokin' a cigarette)
In these moments
I am not here to bear witness
(watching the branch of a hollow)
Yet they happen
They happen all around me and you
(When it moved just one step)
The pass as your laughing'
(how the willows had wept)
The move with such quickness
(and I was the last one to follow)
These moments

stars are held in a window
and sometimes the moon,

lopsided stacks of books,
knotty papers are strewn,

i like to rest on the boards,
day dream, scents of pine,

it's quite a lovely mess up,
still have space to dress up,

in a nook are some shelves,
i trained to hold dear photos,

so love to see in my wee loft,
poems, my cat, postcard art,

and my pane glass view I call,
full moon in garland of stars.

There is a sweetness much more
than that of honey,
in the caress of your arms,
there is value,
so much more,
than money,
in the kiss of your lips,
upon my cheek,
when you wake me
for coffee,
and afternoon singing.

We both know the secret.

That this place without you
is just a place.
But knowing you are near.
Is enough to keep me here,
darling won’t
you tread the stars with me?

Darling won’t you thread the
stars for me on your loom,
and wake me with your gentle
kiss,
darling how you bloom for me!

I could never leave this place,
as I open my eyes and see your face,
when you wake me
for coffee,
and afternoon singing.
(c) Dm 2015

i give up
on being kind, i simply don't deserve it

you know me better than i know myself
so which is it?
law or chaos? or freedom?

i found being a lunatic does not grant
you peace of mind; on the contrary

yearning for wind in your hair
makes it hurt more when you
end up sheltered again
but in all truth, freedom true too
sounds exhausting

especially

when you don't deserve to live
the girl who cried wolf
with her smiles and band-aids
only kids with innocence ever worry
about me anymore

others keep their eyes shut because
they're sick of watching me fall

Wonder not,
    If I stare:
    I don't mean
    to make you feel uncomfortable.

And do not mind
      my sight
      soak deep within your skin.

However,
     do forgive me;
     what a helpless girl,
     just lost in re-ve-rie.

Maybe I'm drowning in a daydream
Or maybe I've been asleep a little too long
With my heart set on a girlish fantasy
To the lulling beat of an 80's love song
I'm only set up for disappointment
When I press pause on my MP3
Because reality only leads to resentment
For expecting this idea of love to be bestowed upon me.

Hello Mr Shroom man
I ask you how things are
Hello Mr Shroom man
I ask how things should be

You return to me with, 'Look,
Inside yourself you're shook
It's a reflection of the state
Said shaking's  shall negate
The atrocity around...'

sound

'...How you choose to engage
Your emphasis on form
I'm sorry that's ok'

The sweetness in the air, when you're with me
Has followed me into my daydreams
Shadows now birth memories of our love
Behind sunset eyes, lives love eternal
Led by the truest heart and kindest soul
The Universe, she is both cruel and kind
The grandest of all loves to be cherished
Plagued by time and unfortunate distance
Fills the senses and fuels a beating heart
Nature's bass drum keeping rhythm within
Ah yes, the sweetness in the air, your scent
Follows me, punctuating my silence
Infusing my memories with desire
Filling my desire with the love of dreams