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Wonder in Wanderland

TWO SISTERS

Two sisters stand before the world was born  eating moonbeams and wicker bones.

One wore the moon on her back
the other wore stars in her hair.

Wishes flicked from their lips
her runes winking in the sun.

Until the dawn that daybreak broke
rained violent love through space.  

It bid them bathe in a silver lake
where shattered souls are mended. 

So they dove the waters deep
until it spun the clock reset.   

Now sparkling with starlight
weightless with time and breath.  

New life springs up from their steps
and so the world begets.  

City of gold

I tasted those waters, as you sang your civilization deep,

Waded through the filth; creatures skittering by my feet.

I narrowly dodged the brier, solved the maze led on by starlight,

Though I lost my sense of scent, I learned to close my nose tight.

I was warned this land holds wonders; a beauty we must consume, 

Told, “here lies the graves of the greatest,” hidden beneath the fumes.

Her’s is a city made of gold, glittering defiant in the dark,

Eternity in her stride, triumph her eternal patriarch.

With labored breaths I found the treasure; your heart a pulsing doorway,

I knocked and knocked as long as I dared, but you couldn’t recall your own name.

Swing Low

I was blissfully soaring high,

Wrapped In wings

Leaping wild, star to star.

Painting the sky with supernovas

Bursting, brilliant.

.

Riding the wave with everyone else,

Burning both ends

Feathers bloomed, destined to crumble

My Freefall tumble from silent clouds

Crashing, sinking.

.

The ground rose to meet me.

It held me there.

As a tired blackness captured the sky.

My lows are so much worse than the highs.

Swing low, evermore.

I USED TO LIVE ALIVE

 An explosion went off inside me

Prior tenants were excavated.

Left in its wake; an empty tension.

Strung out through a hollow cage.

This rotting carcass accumulates a million small deaths.

Strange that I’m breathing

Stranger still, the beating. A million to one.

Ther you are, a tiny hurried creature.

You burrow beneath my skin searching for a cradle

Didn’t you read the sign?

“Abandon all hope ye who enter here”

Scattered along my wayside, only corpses for a blanket.

These rainbow roots have withered.

The sky within rains black.

There is nothing more for you to scavenge.

(Only my ghost remains)

Dream after dream

“I am expecting.”

It is my current state of being.

It is a heart bursting with wonder, enticed by promise. 

It is the excitement of watching secret dreams unfold.

It is surreal ecstasy, almost too good to be true.

It is the fulfillment of the once trampled spark of hope. 

It is the inability to sleep, ecstatic with anticipation.

It is the serene joy of a miracle is on its way.

It is me, watching with expectancy as dreams come to life.

“I am expecting.”

My belly is brimming with hope. 

Anticipating the birth of long pined for dreams. 

They Say The Grass is Always Greener…

 


My heart used to pulse to the beat of freedom.

It sang with every thump; FREEDOM.

Thump, thump, FREEDOM.

Thump, thump, FREEDOM.

My heart used to live for colorful & vivacious adventures.

It surged with unquenchable joy, reveling in blissful freedom!

But now it sings a different tune…

now it aches unbearably for home.

Thump, thump, HOME.

Thump, thump, HOME.

Thump, thump, HOME.

Thump, thump…..Please Take Me HOME.