Whispering Paper Planes

Sometimes. Oh! Sometimes...
My dreams fly far above me.

The world in which I live
Is not the world I see.
A glass spectacle covers my eye
And turns all that I love
Into paper airplanes
That don't exist.

My heart feels suppressed
By the bones which protect it.
Its deepest desire is to
Leap over fences and scream
"This is love!
This is life!"

Instead it speaks slowly
Quietly hanging paintings
In galleries around town.
Paintings of paper airplanes
Whisper to the walls saying,
"This is love.
This is life."

Outside In

I stand at my window.

I look to the distant clouds.

They are dark and beautiful

And demand my attention.

They send a gust my way

And call to me

Speaking with the noise

Of the blowing leaves.

I welcome them in

But they can only blow

Through my window

Then must go again.

The cold on my cheeks

Is comfort from the heat inside

That I never want to leave me

And miss when it's gone.

Come live with me, clouds.

Bring the wind

And the leaves

And come stay in my room.

A tree could grow

Next to my bed.

And a cricket on its branch

Could sing me to sleep.

The Odd Pair

It is the Fox and the Hound that

Everyone looks at.

They shake their heads

And click their tongues and say,

“Young fools, young fools.”

But the two are entirely happy.

They float around on games of tag.

Quails fly away with their troubles.

As long as the woods can hide

Their behavior,

Then playful paws and

Worriless hearts are fine.

But the sun goes down and

The owner calls dismay.

Hound listens and frets.

What will he think?

Gosh, he won’t like it.

Tod, run away! You’ll get shot!

“Shh,” the fox whispers

And laughs at the dog.

Hound smiles and leads the way home.

Some friendships start

Knowing that an end will come.

But not because of agreement.

No, in their hearts both know

That the canopy of leaves

That protects them

Will be violently torn apart.

Yes, they know that from the start.

But they will never admit it while together.

Walls and Structures

I am weak. Yet you strengthen me.

I am so weary. Yet you comfort me.

You know what I need and you give it to me.

You know the walls I have clumsily built between us

and destroy them so that I am closer to you.

I am shocked and say, "Why, God?"

I was proud of my structure.

I liked its pale colors and its rotting wood.

But you knew its satisfaction was temporary

and you wanted nothing less than eternal for me.

So you ripped it down and showed me your love.

Your love does not fade, nor does it waste to nothing.

Like the structure I clumsily built between us.

(Belated) Film Friday

Well, I do apologize that film friday this week was a little bit tardy. It's been a crazy busy week trying to pack up and say goodbyes before moving back in for the semester. Because I spent yesterday packing and driving, I didn't get the chance to scan in new pictures. But I found some old family photos I put on here a while back. Hope you like 'em like I love 'em.

We left last night around 7 p.m. and drove through the night to arrive at about 7 a.m. It was my first all night drive. While it was unpleasant at times, I have to tell you...watching the sun go down and watching it rise again in one sitting is more beautiful than I ever realized. I was literally writing poems in my mind as I watched the day unfold. 

I can tell when it's coming.

The earth glows purple in anticipation.

Sun softly kisses the sky and the hills

With pastel orange and pasty pink.

She takes time to wake up.

Her deep breaths blow out mist over the grass.

The trees fold back their leaves

releasing one...flock...of birds...at...a time.

The fresh smell of a new day is strong

And pierces through metal and glass.

I breath it in. 

The dawn is much more glorious than I ever knew.

Oh, I do believe, she is never more beautiful

than when compared to the long and rainy night

I spend waiting for her to come. 

Slowly. Softly.

She comes.