What if, we go out together
Watch movies that take forever
Eat popcorn on a early hour
Sit dearly on the spot of ours

What if, we stand by the moonlight
Kissing with the breeze on flight
Tiptoeing into our secret site
endless  giggles we try to fight

What if, we go marry each other
Never look for any other
In our lovely bliss, live forever
With our loving son and daughter

What if, I promise you my love
As the stars twinkle above
And so will it blaze, my love
'Til we finally meet in heaven above

What if, just what ifs
A plan I hope to be a gift
A heaven sent item of joy and grief
For it is just as it is, What if?

I’d buy you flowers
never roses
don’t want to lead you wrong
because the truth is
you’ll never know that
I’ve loved you all along
I never wanted
you to see me
watching you with dreams
in my eyes
I’ve practiced my care-less
face of indifference
that burns with a fierceness
in a furnace inside
So many years of
searching for soul mates
one for each other
knowing your distaste
for what we are offered
So why when I settled
myself down in ruins
to try and build something
for the sake of a home
would you never tell me
that you too did love me
and would have given me flowers
if you would have known?
but now there are years and
obligations between us
and love has deformed our
once innocent gaze
so lower your eyes love
and look towards your footsteps
they’re walking towards choices
that both of us made
and your new lover will take first
the time that I gave you
and then all the words
I was too scared to speak
and form them to ribbons
to tie you to their love
and give you their fire
with an open hearth

I know not what it is of which you speak
When you do speak of the impossible,
For with every passing day I seek
To push myself whenever possible.
Things I thought were impossible before
I subsequently went on to achieve,
And know I am capable of much more
If only in myself I can believe.
How can anybody possibly know
What in the future might be possible?
For with each day we develop and grow
Do we not redefine our potential?
Each new day brings new opportunities,
Offering endless possibilities.

But maybe,
just maybe,
he comes back,
and everything is for the better.
Late nights, between flights,
early mornings between shifts,
and mid-afternoon talks about comic books.
Maybe he comes back,
and maybe we're okay.

Maybe he never left
and he still loves me.
Maybe he wants to be with me,
no matter the distance,
years, or people
telling me otherwise.

Maybe,
just maybe,
he's still mine.

Once when I was young,* I was told you could swing so high you'd be able to just *fly away.  

   I learned early on
               That not everything we're told is true
               The fantastical can sometimes amount to a pile of plastic bags scattered in the wind
                    The end isn't always happy and there's not always closure
      Punctuations are more often question marks than definitive periods
                And looking for a definite explanation took prevalence over allowing our imaginations to fill in the blanks.
         Play time was replaced with study time,
             And before we knew it, it was time for work
                      We strayed from the playgrounds of our youth,
      Never returning to the top of the slide, we'd hit the ground a bit too hard to keep the enchantment of seemingly endless possibilities going
                                              Carriages became pumpkins long before midnight,
              And the school bell rang before we could finish our fun
                       But to tell the truth, sometimes,
     When everyone else has gone inside, back to the real world, full of logic and banalities,
         I sit on the old swingset kicking my feet
    Hoping it will let me *soar

One thousand memories yet not made,
One thousand steps yet not taken,
One thousand people yet not met,
Endless possibilities.

One thousand words yet not spoken,
One thousand stories yet not heard.
One story of love that is mine,
will you tell it when I am gone?

If I could go to heaven
just to see it from above

I dont want to die just yet
but I can bet
..it'd be very good to know
what it's been like....

For you
to love me.

And would I hear your heart break?
And hear the ocean deep and wide?
Would I feel your heartache?
Would the truth in me confide?
Would I step outside....
of myself
and interview the truth?
Reveal the secrets of our youth?
..that lie within....
The things we've seen and done
the places that we've been
and we'll go back to when thing
begin?

So I could finally know,
all the things I've wondered on this Earth?

And will I finally know-
What everything is worth?

This sounds to me
like an expensive carpet ride
& maybe sticking with my pride
I think I'll push my luck
& by lightning may be struck
So guess I'll have to wait
until I have a turn...
to reveal the truth
in everything that I've loved...
and learned,

If I know that now...
I might...
change the spell I put on you...
so I'll avoid
to hear...
the truth...for now my dear...
but do not fear...
because...... I love you.
All Rights Reserved * 2016 Cherie Nolan

Echoes through my atmosphere are  thoughts of you so far my dear... unattainable like the stars...and painful like these thickened scars...still I hope to meet one day...in fields of heather we will lay.