2thoughts
about the way i feel
swirling and churning inside
crashing against the rusted-shut gate
of my mouth
my fingers
desperate to translate themselves
into something
that can break free
out of this stormy prison …
feelings
that cannot be explained
painted in the sky
dancing in the grass
soaring on yellow butterfly wings
off to some distant surreal land …
happiness
comes in many ways
a stray breeze
a carefully sculpted cloud
a flowing stream that forms itself into a perfect mirror
a meadow teeming with magic
a memory …
the trees
overcome by death
yet surrounded by joy
they are reaching up to heaven
somehow
these dead trees
are alive …
magic
cannot be explained
cannot be caught and held forever
it slips into the world and back out again
and all i can do
is wait for it
to come
again …
love
has
no
words
to
describe
it