a sepia-tone cyclone
rolled over distant, thrashing fields
I went outside in black and white
just to know how the wind would feel.
glass gleamed, light seemed
weak for the time of year
nobody looked as trees shook
and the cyclone spun ever near.
your shining eyes, the stormy skies
boxed in on a colorless screen
roads stretching out just turn back around
and around in the sepia dream.
you called my name, the storm raged
I was still and watched it near
frozen in time
since I saw your eyes
I guess that's why
I still dream that you're mine
because I'm frozen in time
the time when everything was fine
something of sublime
life was my lullaby
I have a one track mind
why oh why
stuck in my mind
you and I
this dream is just a dream
can't turn wants into reality
it will take me long to see
some things will never be
I'll just try to live in my head
cuz there we're better best friends
but oh, it's all pretend
We all want to be many things. For example, I want to be, firstly, a writer. Also, I want to be a beekeeper, sail-boater, published author, botanist, and possibly mother someday. And the list keeps growing.
But with all these ideas, interests, and ambitions comes discouragement, because it is very easy to let that mean little voice inside tell you, "You can't do that." And you... you believe that little voice. It is hard to squash it.
The clock on the wall
it's mocking me, I think
and the seconds are marked
by the drips of the sink
The ticking, dripping,
scratching, scrape
I sit at the window,
I watch and I wait
The phone's almost sleeping
it sits there, won't ring
though I sigh in frustration
it's rather annoying
I can't sit and read
can't stay still long enough
and yet at the same time
I don't want to get up
My legs long to run,
my heart longs to beat,
I yearn for the feeling,
of lifting off my feet
My voice longs to sing,
my ears long to hear
the song of the wild,
that is calling so near
My soul longs to soar
above rolling hills,
I wish I could wander
and climb trees at will
I know that I must
follow my spirit, away
and live with the land
till the end of my days.