where i am going

i will just let you

make your way over

in your own time

shall we try that?

sings dora

with cotton breath

birds of the morning

reach the beauty of your sleep

while your sheets turn

pink swirls of anticipation

one day is today

you can't save me

homesick for a home that ceases to exist

a home you see getting closer

waiting mutually

as a humbling dance

it's nap time

floating away from what?

carrying all of this with you

i've got chemicals in my brain

i want to touch and feel

capturing this moment

run through a field

that field

with my butterfly net

glow worms

heaps of sea glass

linger, moments

underwears

this will forever stay

not.ever.

i don't want to wake you

familiar face

comfort immerses

appear at my window

gentle as your ways

are you sure you want to know what you don't know?

i want to feel it all

live in practically nothing

walk on my bare feet

read and write next to you

playing and laughing

understanding each other

in our underwear

play with the sun

while watching you

mesmerized by your move

learn from you

with you

see it all

with you

while the shadow grows

and the past dwindles

nothing is alive

except right now

something oddly enchanting

your curiosity escaping

looking for your place

trust is it with you

that missing element

i have holding people

back in invisible cages

close enough to see

too far to understand

i know you will have

trust for me waiting

lying in an open book

you so gently

flow in the wind

shadows lay on you

touching

experiencing

lifted up by a drift

pushed down by my hand

intermezzo

this relationship

of understanding

your being depends on

my being dependent

on your being

this need

longing for you

for your next interaction

welcoming the sun on your soul

reaching you as melting

away the pain

while your soul is

rusting

and your mind is

molding

you sit and feel

just being.

how simply ornate

this illusion to be given

sing your song, bird

my soul will sing along

completely content

this moment holds

lovely in existence

barefoot and cleaning

with water and my hands

elements of longing

others will follow

bumble bee buzzing

bumbling around me

makes for the sound of

pouring water

a majestic being

being and become

a school girl playing

with all inviting faces

this plant, that bug

i was catching moths

last night

in my hands

they danced about

my soul fluttered

along

producing a lovely orchestra

chai tea

it's just you and me

oh wait

it's the beautiful breeze

yes, breeze

reaching over me

i'm in the womb of travel

goodbyes are all we have

the beautiful breeze

i know you

will follow

me

i like this

this red sweater

i like this

this floral dress

which combined

make this liking

liking of this

i have

when this is that

i'll like this

this memory

i've always looked beyond it

how have i not seen this before

knowing

capturing

it's all been here before

all along

i long for you

hear you calling me

you stand in the spot

shining for you

knowing

capturing

this is it.

this feeling i knew i had

typewriter awaits.

i have been longing for the sound of a typewriter for years. the mutually accepted relationship of my dancing thoughts and the ribbon's awaiting of these ramblings. ramblings which won't be judged or criticized, but merely embraced...

i am overflowing with joy at the moment. poetry is streaming out of me. flowing to the depths of my aching soul. aching for what lies just beyond that window. i can see it, but i am unable to touch it. i want to feel it, meet it with a touch of wordless understanding. a glance.

my cup is no longer empty.

and alas, we shall be friends.

dance. dance. dance.