Thursday, September 29, 2005

yarn of our dreams

wake up little girl
it's time to go home
rub the sleep out of your eyes
let your nightmares collect cobwebs
let your fringe lie mangled for a while
we have to go...

you are beautiful
don't you know...
i have been waiting
for ever so long...
to build a castle for my princess
on a high lush mountain
besides a stream
where sun rises early
and days are are sweetly long

a garden of violets,
jasmine and roses
pine panelled floors
granite arched windows
colonial columns
bouganvilla shaded verandah
deep ruby of a wine
platter of smoked salmon
rocking chairs with cross-stitched cushions
and you across me

hurry,
but don't rush
for your feet are still nimble
and your smile fragile
but the dust that settles
on your curling lashes
will not bring any tears i promise
just bring me a bag of your love
a dash of your happiness
a handful of dreams
and we shall weave
the yarn of our dreams together

come, let's go!

Thursday, September 22, 2005

just us in this world


someday when i am free
i would like to look at you
with your face in my hands
your hair touching my arms
i believe i have not loved you
as much as i really want to
endless hours of getting the dough -
so many nights of tired sleep -
whines, cries, tantrums and playground -
nothing
i say nothing
will ever drift us apart

i know we held hands once
i remember the sweet, moist kisses
and i miss dearly
your sleeping, heavy head on my chest
and i long for your beautiful hair
getting in my sparkling eyes

oh hold on,
i say hold on
don't yet spread that silky yawn
for i want to smell the ocean on your breath
the dew drops on your neck
and the mountain breeze from your parted mouth

somebody stop me
oh no, my fingers are slipping again
somebody stop me
oh no, my eyes are raining
somebody stop me
oh no, oh no, am i dreaming
somebody stop me
i don’t want to die in your arms

i only want to live and live
live and lie down with you
i only want to make you mine
i only want you to be mine
i only want to be yours
i only want just us in this world

...if you will

Brown fringed minutes Slip through my fingers Faster than I try To hold on to them. Already, I am a minute closer to the end. Devasta...