Needles seeking north with
cursed magnets in the way.
Some call it stupid;
But I say brave
And wish that I was one.
Reluctantly
The driver stops
To watch me leave his whirring chair.
I nod and say goodbye.
Sparkles fill the air
Where fly the remnants of my broken dreams,
Shattered by the hardness of my cold and quaking heart.
And then he drives away.
I'm faltering
Just on the edge
Leaning out above the flow
Of time and space and whispers in the dark.
Happy is the man whose heart is one
Whose heart is won.
And I?
I'll be okay.
In time.
The driver will come back to me
and find a wholly different flower
In the pocket of my coat.
He'll smile when he sees me
Like he always does.
Feathers aren't weightless,
but they sure help you fly.
Heartache, too, gives wings to
your sigh.
Someday, I'll build a new boat.
Someday, I'll try.
Someday, I'll laugh and it won't be a lie
But now? Who am I kidding, really.
