Ashes to ashes
must be dusty
Here I stand on my speck
Oh, blow me away
but don't blow me off
I'll wait as long as I can cling to this moment
a speck of time
dividing me from you
Will I still be on this speck of dust?
you must find me
a year from today
sift through my ashes
crawl through the dust
Maybe I'll go far
but not far enough
find me in the tall grass
flowing like a seed
find me underneath your bed
hiding like a ghost
find me in the air
falling in a rain drop
Just a speck
it might sit and gather
or go on the wind
follow the weather
dust must sift
and dust must blow
If I go ashes to ashes
Will you still find me a year from this day?
© Wildheart 2000
from so far away
I can't see into your life
even with a powerful telescope
the moons of Jupiter
are in view
but when I try to see you
the horizon loses me
You're not in my sight
Invisible to my eye
even though
I know
you are there
As you go through your day
In your home
In your car
On the way to work
you think about me
I know you do
but I can't see you
© Wildheart 2000
from a galaxy that died
millions of years ago
but I won't let him through
not all the way
I keep him covered in scribbles
keeps him hard to see
and a little unreal
When he tries to talk to me
I turn off the universal translator
and hear nothing but unhuman garble
a voice from the past
a language long dead to my ears
An outer space invader
trying to break into my world
then he reaches through
touching my side
I can feel
too real
too real
I'm losing the scribbles
the garble sounds almost distinct
a voice
be strong
be strong
I want to kill him
bash in his head
I'm strong now and my universe is mine
I'll face any monster
look terror in the eye
but I can't stop a memory that's already dead
the damage was done before I could dream
I called for help
and that empty universe smothered my scream
left me to fight alone
to build a new world
don't let him through
don't let him be real
breathe deep
and he'll be gone
He'll never survive in my world
just scribbles on page long turned
a menace from a time
already lived
© Wildheart 2000
dressed in a gown for the stars
Today is the day that stays away
Instead
a soft way
to lead me astray
as I fall away from my normal day
let kindness wrap around
in darkness
as only
a blanket of night can
I need to heal for one day
I need my quiet
and comfort
wrapped in a kind darkness
and my gown of the night
Hushed and silent
I turn away from one day
© Wildheart 2001
Everything stops
until I get past
until I see
the otherside
I don't know what waits over there
maybe I'll be the same
exactly
or different
totally
niether you nor I will know
until I get over that wall
nothing happens
nothing changes
until I get back
© Wildheart 2001
Time stops
some sort of spell
that holds all plans capture
to fate and future
the worse may unfold
or all golden dreams
may be realized
It's all true
and
nothing goes
Not while standing still
the dreams are orphaned hopes
flying high on possibility
yes, they can still come true
under the spell and out
then thoughts swirl
The curse rips the dreams
with infinite impossibility
all that can go wrong
all that might not happen
Dream on waiting girl
the best and worst are true
when time stands still
© Wildheart 2001
of things, materials and possessions
A ceramic cereal bowl
was sent
careening and crashing
to my kitchen floor
Shattered into a few hundred
pieces
that had once been
one lovely Corelle Ware bowl
A bowl for cereal and so much more
One of four
Of service for four
dining in couples
no more
"Well, you may have the entre,
but either you or your wife
will have to forgo the soup."
Does anyone covet service for three?
enough bowls for you and me
and that's it
Either bring your own bowl
or risk going without soup
© Wildheart 2001
just when I thought I'd gotten it right
right where I belong
ready for take off
ready to dazzle the cosmos
Let's see.....
Nothing could stop me
but now I'm stopped
the stars wait to be dazzled
as I spiral
downward
to the ground
I crash
Let's see.....
I hit my head
seeing stars
I close my eyes
seeing dreams
Falling asleep
Running beyond the sun
my only escape
engines shut down
I fall into the universe
I fall into what waits
my destiny
© Wildheart 2001
thinks in yawns
stretches
starts an idea
While longing for a pillow
fizzles
yawns
thinks about a bed
not about the profound
nor the mystery of beauty
and whatever it all means
life is life
sky is big
sleep is good
don't ask why
Just let me go back to bed
© Wildheart 2001
tempting
when I feel it pulling
on me
I must......
oh, tell me, ye of the
self righteous......
how to be perfect,
how to NOT turn my head
when what you call
Evil
passes my way....
you'll be dragged
to your shame
hide it
while I go
willingly.....
pray for me.....
as I create my own
Damnation
yes, I burn myself
return with scars
so you'll see
the fool I've been
look for me.....
as I rush into shadows
that you avoid.....
Evil
I must know
Shadows
I must find
and then return
to Eden
perfectionist scorn
Shamefilled
Abandoned
for a life
in light and dark.....
Paradise
© Wildheart 2001
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