The red robin is watching me most intently
From the porch rail
Wondering if he should flee.
My motions might inflict
Pain his way.
He relaxes as he realizes i am merely
Hanging my favorite dress out to dry
So I can wear it out
And once again begins his
Sunrise with a morning song over my shoulder.
You can take pen to paper
And write how lovely she is,
How your heart beats steady when you are
She will think it was for a girl long gone,
The one you could not have.
You could play her songs of love
And hold her close.
She will believe that you dream of someone
Else with more beauty,
You could hold her hand and draw her near,
She will never believe
She is good enough,
She will always believe you want more of someone else.
You are my deepest dream
Set free on a harvest moon.
I sang my song
And you came
Along at once.
You joined me,
Dancing in fields of blue.
For so many years I hid bits of myself.
My favorite Legos in the floorboards,
In the house where the gun went off.
Hoping someday someone would find them and
Create something admirable.
I wrote my name in nooks
And secret places hoping someday
Someone would read me;
I placed my voice in a jar
And put it in a corner
Someone would find it,
It and hear me;
I am going back and collecting these bits of me
For I know my worth now
And those bits are too lovely to keep hidden
In dark places;
Too lonely to wait any longer
Simply wishing to be found by another.
All of me for me.
I followed him into his garden.
And there we held each other
And listened as our hearts sang in
The sky darkened
And that is when I heard
We wept together
Holding on until our hearts began singing a familiar song.
And as the sky cleared we heard others singing out too,
“We have each other.
We have each other.”
I wander freely
Journeying the valley floor.
And when I am worn and weary
I rest my bones
On the rivers edge.
I listen to her song;
Her ever changing beauty
Magnified through icicles and frost.
I see the snowy mountains rising
Thoughts of past and future leave
Here I am.
And I remember
These songs resuscitate my heart;
Settle my mind.
Mother Earth always knows how to
Speak to my soul.
She knows without hesitation
What to say in the silence.