Puppets
They were always made
to become shadows
to be discarded
by the string pullers
Crossing Over
Crossing Over
Running downhill, on and on,
the orange sun bearing down
on me.
Heart’s Desire
I feel the blood flowing like tears,
while she lies still,
so still,
empty.
Daisies Unchained
We buried our dreams beneath
a wreath of daisies
freed from their chains
to mark the grave
temporarily.
Perfectly Imperfect
And we made it to Italy.
and swam off the rocks,
with a man we’d met in a cafe
because he said we could.
Leaving
Saying nothing, taking nothing,
leaving nothing behind.
Without saying goodbye.
Look This Way
Look this way.
Turn away from the salt wind.
There’s nothing to fear.
Let me see your face.
I know mine looks a little strange,
but there’s nothing to fear,
nothing.