Hot Air Balloons

We slowly rise and realize
That distance is not far.
We’ll go by plane or stroll
Or even rent a car.

Over the horizon
We rise into radiance
The sun slowly falls
We’re not here by chance.

I steal a glimpse of you.
You feel the same way too.
Our hearts: rising hot air balloons.
And you whisper, “Who knew?”

Dm7

Press the keys and make
Melodies that make us weep.
Chords that help me while I
Reminisce good times and can’t sleep.

Sometimes I wish we never met
‘Cause I’m sad when you’re not here
And now tears pour because I know
You were here and are no more.

I want to forget your smile
And the way your eyes shine.
And live in the present,
Past and future a thin red line.

Photograph by Daniel Austin

Photograph by Paul Pomeroy

Complicated

Wish I could rearrange
And undo knots I tied,
Missed opportunities,
And tie some that I did not.

I’ll do the “could-have-been’s”
If it would change your mind
And make you look at me once more.
Maybe something new you’ll find.

Sadness overwhelms
The past year, month, and day.
Reminds me of what we had.
Simply complex in every way.

But I wish the train that takes
My thoughts to you broke.
So I can finally let you go.
Like a bad dream, and I woke.

Airheads

Dedicated to the Soul Sisters

They come in a box.
Their flavor a mystery.
All you need is one.
And the rest is history.

Reply To The Doubtful

Love is sunshine that reins
Through sad tears in mourning.
And sends sweet thoughts to those
Who lay awake snoring.

Life’s not a web my dear.
You are so precious, true.
Take a sweet bite of love.
Life’s too short to dare not to.

And it won’t kill you, love.
So open up the door.
Love sick, and with no cure.
But it’s worth dying for.

Photgraph by VEER.COM/DIGITAL VISION PHOTOGRAPHY

Erase

Erase
Back-
Space,
Delete.

Erase the times I miss you
Back when I dared to say.
Space I wish you filled.
Delete, as I run away.

Reflections

I’m talking to myself,
I guess,
Since words echo back.
I’ll put them to rest.

I’ll rest them in treetops
Where sparrows lay
Buried in their wings
Memories that make them sway

I’ll rest them in petals
Soft, that bloom before you
Once, warm in the sun.
Now, they’re chilled with dew.

Sleeping Beauty

A poem from the archives 09-09-04

You’re my prince charming.
Can’t wait ‘till we meet.
Take me by the hand.
Sweep me off my feet

Rescue me from danger
Loneliness and strife.
Kiss me on the lips
And bring me back to life.

Photograph by Annie Leibovitz

Rust

I look through the window.
Pain
And stillness in the air.
Broken trains

On broken rails and street
Cars
Where the asphalt and sky
Meet. Small jars

That hold small memories.
Rust
Covers the keys you hold,
Now in dust.

Photographer unknown

Message In A Bottle

I bottled my emotions
And threw them out to sea.
To my surprise,
They came back to me.


Photograph by Candice Meyer

Delivery

Wrap me in a box
And send me off to sea.
Tell me I'll become
As happy as can be.

When I reach the shore,
And when I touch the sand,
Then I'll realize
I'm on some distant land.