Contemplating her next move
the pounding within her chest
told her what she already knew:
she was nowhere close to break free
from the chains wrapped ’round her so tightly.
With the escape route blocked;
there was no sense in moving
for every wriggle tightened the grip.
Accepting her fate, another day
in this God forsaken place,
if it was her own doing
then it shouldn’t hurt as much.
All there was to lose,
the ghosts of future memories:
the would haves,
that ran through her soul
every minute she looked out the window.
If she remained grounded instead of lifting her wings,
maybe she could get used to living this way.
“Just don’t move,” she whispered under her breath.
And there she lied
as ghosts of future memories continued.
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Dream of love in lace
covering favorite go-to places.
Dreams far from anything you’ve ever recognized,
all desires realized.
Dreams that leave you transformed, molded,
leaving you painted in bold colors.
Dreams of the most flattering shapes
forming a perfect match of colliding lovers in a dream landscape.
A divine love operating with mouths agape.
Sighs, not words, are the only sounds that’ll escape.
thoughts drift wondering
about those who have
walked the corridors
of my mind,
over the years
and through the doors
in and out of sight.
I see their faces,
hear their voices,
as they’ve entered dreams
and I wonder,
where have they gone?
what are they doing now?
do they wonder the same?
do they see the same blue
skies above? do they feel the same aches of aging? do they have needs to hear the music but they’re unfulfilled and left wondering?
are they out there,
are they wondering the same
shapes and shadows
strike awe and wonder
pulling images together
you’ve longed to hold
her reflection resembles
the moon smiling back
she pulls you,
her rising tides keep you
when she starts to recede
there’s no other way
there’s no other choice,
hold on tight while she gently sways
After Robbie Krieger
A rhythm begins within, grows its pace
steadying adjacent to my lungs gently caressing and heightening in time.
As I reach for an opened door
among this unsteady foundation, I become one with an ultimate fascination.
A gentle breeze sways its way
lifting me across the fields.
Absorbed with awe
above each tempestuous treetop and with each breath, the view assures that we are blessed.
These movements of air,
raw and real, reminds me how I’ve longed to feel.
This source of peace,
begging for stillness, levels our lost lives.
Restoring my spirit home,
I grant myself the space to breathe.
The ceaseless rhythm stroking my chest
stirs within me, and is bound to last eternally.
sew my eyes shut
tape my mouth closed board me up in a box & send me off
attach the postage
drop me off at the post don’t open
until i see you there
and i hear you say ‘my love’ and i feel you next to my warm skin
until then, leave me here
Is it too much to ask
To have you say And do all of the Appropriate things To touch gently To say the truth and beauty Of the moments You and I spend
Is it too much to ask
To respond To the love I give To show the depth Of the love you feel
Is it too much to ask
Is it a childish need Is this what we’ve become Is this where we’ll always be Always wishing and waiting For the love we both need
I’m digging through letters for clues
For endearments that will fill my cup
They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush
Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one
In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you
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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along,
to where we belong. Our eyes remain forward,
no longer looking back. The man in seat 2B sobs
with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life
in his old place. I soak in the faces of passengers around
me, stern looks all around. All longing for company,
for answers that can’t be found. Looking over my shoulder,
the train across the way has the answers. The lady in
the window seat blows me a kiss; she has what we all
have missed. Looking behind me, the cold faces tell me
I should leave. The conductor denies my plea: this is the
wrong ticket, I belong on the other train, you see. As the
train departs the station, I rise to bang on every window and
door to set me free. The whistle continues to blow.
No one helps. Nothing budges. I’m stuck on a train to nowhere.
The train arrives at our destination. Heaps of garbage
as far as the eye can see while flocks of seagulls swarm overhead.
This, this is where the train of life has led me.
Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.
Thoughts of you the other day brought smiles. Today thoughts of you produced overrun swells in my eyes. The many years we’ve been separated, but how our hearts have always been close, how many more years will it be like this? Living in fantasy and memories all of the time is no way of living. The truth of what can never be, will I ever set these feelings free? This arrested state of bliss, of dreaming of our next kiss… and the pain of knowing that it may be a million years away. We’re so close yet always out of reach. I sit and dream of you, and wonder… will our dreams ever come true.