for what its worth i do not know, but it is the most expensive thing i own...

not something easy to part with, not something easy to give away...


for what its worth, im never sure...

when she thought she should marry the wind, for every direction it would always embrace her and hold her hand...

harm would never reach them, cutting it away and letting it fall, the length of yesterdays worries, its our turn to rest...

found in bright colors this one found a place, but this place is always found alone...content in thought, all tied together by an ever moving force...i feel moved though here i stand.

a soft voice in the ear, i felt lonely...in lonliness i found a smile, apart we can only find more time to look forward to tomorrow, though my wrist is bare...

simple pleasures are too much for most...i would rather stay the way i am than see the world as gray...


when she thought she should marry the wind, for every direction it would always embrace her and hold her hand...

a small bird lives in my chest and won't calm down...becoming used to the scratching of feathers, rubbed bare and cracked ribs...its home is my hollow, stripped naked of secrets and given away...a heart given to a bird kept tied by a string so never to stray away, fluttering down in secret to hear the smiles and pains of the day, to file away...

curled in the craddle of a tiger sleeping, feeling comforted and shielded from the flame...a soft place of joyful faces full of echos, an invisable distance impossible to cross, its pleasnat song even though it may have been a cry...a sweet whisper under breath...

the the bird talking of shame sitting on my shoulder, and repeating words of forgiveness, i am glad that a bird holds my heart...so it could always fly away.

chimes from the music box and he sits right here...and maybe it doesn't exist...but don't take that away...that song the only thing to hold my hand...only growing slower until it stops...these hushed eyes could be seeing kinder days, those in the late evening...when going to see someone close, when the air is warm, and no need for an umbrella...with a lavender sky these lips could be singing...