Butterfly

Come lay with me
inside a cocoon of comfort
Dream me into a patience
of  brilliant colored wings and change
Then fly with my freedom
whispered softly by my side
where my memories of forever
constantly remain

Crumbs

I hold in my hands
Your dark and ravenous
As tiny crumbs of hope
fall between the cracks
disappearing onto the fingers
Of a praying shadow

In Between

Standing
in between
feels like waiting
for the guillotine
to come down
repeatedly
in slow motion
This terror that I feel
makes the hoping
too surreal
and my heart must
must void itself
protect my life
from emotions

Bridge

Long distance miles
don't separate
the bonds of mother and child
they only generate
an appreciation
for the time well spent
during tea time and nap time
Our conversation
is the bridge between
mother and daughter's hearts
held tightly by the love
I always feel when we're apart

For My Mother Mother's Day 2010

Awake

Within this silent dreamworld I reside
my body pained, but never giving up;
bright lights and sounds resound beneath my eyes.
My skin feels torn, my bones a little rough --
cracked, broken from the impact of the car
into myself and fate's powerful hand
It feels as if I'm traveling too far...
I strain to obey each of their commands.
I've done it! Lifted all my fingers --see?
Squeezing their hands will let them know I'm here
Tempted to stay inside eternity,
I run back to the voices that are near.
Awake at last I'm home with love and light
inside of me because I chose to fight

For TSE

Five Miles

I ran five miles at sunset for the view
and let the memories comfort my mind
Though faraway you slept, or dreamed or knew
that I was simply going back in time
to soft mornings with bird's songs and light rain
simple meals at cafes that once were
A safety zone from future tears and pain
but like the roads I pass, they are now blurred
Our hearts continue beating loud and strong
despite the unexpected bend or break
Perhaps we wait for change for far too long
and find that we have made a deal with fate
To run five miles at sunrise could rewind
the hurt, regrets, the loss of precious time

Camouflaged

Uncoil yourself into a slow slither
justifying every scale you will shed
The microscopic patterns look bitter
camouflaged in colors of grey and dead
Retreat every step back to the cold stone
where smaller prey remains vulnerable
to fangs ejaculating hot poison
and the pain becomes intolerable
Defend your flesh against the intruder
whose stealth and coyness will whisper you near
Premeditate a quick and soft murder
slice the forked tongue tasting of lies and tears
Beware the serpent sleeping on his spine,
He'll suffocate you with false space and time