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queen of the midnight sea 4-28-97

i asked the sun
if i could have the moon and
he pulled it from the midnight sea
and through the night
i lit up the sky
and the stars all smiled at me

ice-cold lemonade 5-30-97

the delicious afternoon sun
tickles us with its fiery fingers
as we lay in delightful apathy
and the laziness lingers
in our dreary eyes
and sweet summer dreams
of ice-cold lemonade
and cool trickling streams

portrait 10-21-97

the sad teardrop tickles
my silent skin
and my heavy heart
aches as my melancholy mouth
adds a bittersweet smile
to the painful portrait

loyalty 12-18-97

my real friends tell me
what i know is true.
i know it but i
refuse to believe
that after all these years,
although they were few,
in the end you were
only able to deceive.

saturdays 12-20-97

the entire world slips away
and all i hear is laughter.
it dances in my veins like no
other time before or after
these beautiful moments
of laughing and learning,
of loving where i am
and quenching the yearning.

little prayer 1-4-98

i watch the shadows on the floor
and wait for one to look like you
my eyes avert and watch the door
i want to see you walking through

i know 2-15-98

the past months are lined up behind me
the ones to come, they dance in front.
anything seems possible--
anything i want.
something has empowered me,
something some time ago.
i don't think i can survive;
i don't think--i know.

magnetic poetry haiku 2-16-98

never use my fire
i worship twilight romance
sing above the rain

the listener 3-20-98

i am the listener
the on-the-spot friend
the heart most convenient
in perilous times

niña 4-5-98

little girl
lost and scared
little girl
unaware
little girl
far from home
little girl
so alone

life's forecast 5-7-98

sometimes i think
the skies might clear
but i know the clouds
will always stay near

cry 7-23-98

cry, he told her,
it will do you good,
and he let her fall into him.
so she let the tears come
and she let her heart breathe
and his arms never left her.
she cried until the only thing left
was the girl she used to be.

daybreak haiku 10-21-98

crystals of dew are
morning's tears weeping from the
awakening grass

salt 10-24-98

here comes
the rain again
the salty downpour floods
my pillow and it's been raining
for days

who does? 12-20-98

you don't get it
but who does anymore?
who even hears the words
falling from my lips?
falling swiftly to the floor
unnoticed

sands of time 2-28-99

oh, how the sands of time
are so tirelessly against me
they grind into the wounds
that loneliness has left me

? 3-2-99

lucky? am i?
happy? will i be?
hopeful? should i be?
tired? of what?

woolly sweater 3-3-99

blue ink and gray skies
rest sweetly on the afternoon
like a song that i once loved,
but somewhere must have lost its tune.

day's woolly sweater, harsh and scratchy,
falls around me, holds me tight.
i squirm and scratch, longing for
the cottony coolness of the night.

warm 3-12-99

warm sweetness drips
into my parched throat
chilling in contrast my skin,
forced to face the cold world,
warmth in the room
but none on my flesh

as if by heart 3-12-99

i knew all along
but to hear it…
for love to come
from a heart not obligated
is the song i prayed to hear,
the song i’d never heard
until you sang it to me,
as if by heart

i love you 4-4-99

i love you
i hate you
thank you
i don't deserve
to be loved

spring 4-13-99

green grows up so slowly.
sleepy trees and broken hearts
stretch skyward, reaching out,
longing for another start.

my upraised arms scrape the sky,
my eyes search for an answer above,
my soul yearns to bloom with the trees,
my heart wants to know a new kind of love.

had we not met 5-1-99

how often do i think of you?
how more often yet
do my musings turn to who
i'd be had we not met?