She’s an Angel
She could have wings
and fly outside.
I hear she’s an
angel. Water
fills my eyes. A
deep longing fills
my heart. A bird
and a cricket
sing. The dead smile.
She’s an angel.
Perhaps she’s more
than that. When she’s
in the world I
go over to
her. The mundane
fills with life. She’s
simply lovely.
The more I see
her and hear her
makes me happy.
I Return Another Day
On this page
I feel so lost.
I try to
vault somewhere else.
I return
another day
when the wind
whispers my name.
Wide awake,
I sing a silent hymn.
The mermaids
expose themselves.
In the sea,
I find myself.
I swim out
to the mermaids
past the sharks,
drunken sailors,
and pirates
for a love out of reach.
My Eyes
My eyes reach the horizon.
They are the sun in the day
and the moon in the night.
My eyes are filled with hope
which makes it easy for them
to believe and be deceived.
My flesh is pink and pure.
It burns in the sun and
it burns for true love.
I am far from the sun and
the moon, but my eyes are
one with the sun and moon.
I see life in an awkward light.
I might need someone
like a witch or eye doctor.
I am the elusive dream of
the sun and moon too
grandiose for this world.
My arms extend toward
the sun and moon, but
only my eyes could reach them.
I have an imaginary bird
that flies to the sun and
does not burn or turn to ash.
I walk on the shore of the
ocean at night and walk
on the moon’s reflection.
Some people would kill to
have my eyes, to be the sun
and the moon in the sky.
My eyes are filled with hope.
They are naked and have
no need for eyeglasses.
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