An Other World

“Is there an other world,” the daisy asked,

 

“that lies beyond what I can see?

 I nod my head and dance to the sun

 but really, all I can see is me.

 I don’t exist because of who I am,

 I exist because you named me:

 if you weren’t here, if I wasn’t there

 then where would I be?”

 

“That other place,” the fog replied

 as it slithered across the skin,

 seeped into every grassy hair,

 fed tables that lay within.

“That other place where no one goes,

 where no one’s been before

 except, of course, for these and those

 and the ones in between less and more.”

 

“Can I visit them?” the daisy asked,

 as she sang her little song.

“Don’t hurry God,” the fog replied,

“He’ll send you there ere long.”

 

Why Hold Onto The Future?

In 100 year’s time all you’ll be is a photo,

You’re only remains a picture on a wall;

And children will look at you

And say you look like Mum

And say they look like you

Like you do right now.

And your children will tell stories

About when they were young

And they’ll talk about the things you told them

You did when you were young.

And you won’t be forgotten

Because they will remember.

But how about when they’re gone?

How about when no one cares?

Will you have to wait for an inquisitive descendant

To research her family tree

To be recalled to the present?

But really, does it matter?

Why hold on?

I want to, humans need to,

But why hold on?

If I was a dreamer like everyone else

If I was a dreamer like everyone else, would the sun glitter as brightly? or would I be more attracted to the moon?

Do you think I'd say as much as other dreamers tend to do;
or would I keep my mouth shut tight, only smiling to kiss you,
to tell you that I loved you and that the night was black,
or that the stars were headlights and each planet a component of tarmac?

Do dreamers tell their worlds apart,
or is every dream the same,
identical in end and start
and common to the name?
Am I a dreamer like everyone else,
or is my world an apple tree -
one that grows and lives and dies in simple unity?
with what exactly I don't know,
to be sure, neither do you,
but apple trees grow rather well
when you let them do as they will do.
If I was a dreamer like everyone else,
I don't know who I'd be.
But I'm quite content if we exist
with you as you
and me as me.

One Day ~ May 6 2013

One day when the wind blows lonely over the golden grass
and the earth creaks around on its backward axis,
I shall say to you "I love you."
And one day when the silver spirit of the moon has glided away to far off galaxies,
you shall say to me "I love you."

When the sun is faded to a husky brown
and there is no difference between the day and the night.
When the ice won't freeze and the ice won't melt
and everything hangs in the balance of light.
When the sea is neither blue nor green
and eyes have neither watched nor seen,
and dreams have been and gone long ago,
and the world is coated in a dull white snow.
When the air is warm but carries hints of the cold
and no crops will grow for fear of growing old
and laughter and weeping have merged into one;

We shall say to each other,
"What have we done?"

 

What have we left behind?

Can we change what we're going to leave behind?

Love

it's eating away 

at my heart

big and dark and dangerous

it's chewing its way

into my heart

long long slow slow 

crunch

crunch

LOVE