Sweater Girl

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Poetry

Poetry is the language of the soul, from that place where reason is not in power--where dreams, memories, sensations set the rules. For me, poetry is a way to express what I cannot otherwise, because everyday language as we know it isn't set up for it.


Silhouettes

Silhouettes
Of broken glass
Strewn about the floor
Remnants of our conversation
From ten years before

You dazzled me with romance
And told stories ‘til the dawn
But it wasn’t you there with me.
You were already gone.

Once I was a princess
In a far off foreign land
You traveled miles and miles
Through sleet and storm
Just to hold my hand.

But that was very long ago
Before the winds of time
Changed my tears to melodies
In the far reaches of your mind.

A hundred years from now
When we are old
Our dreams set out to sea
I’ll take your hand
And you’ll remember
The girl who wasn’t me.

Crying in the dust storm
Our tears falling in the rain
We’ll hold each other like children
‘Til we are whole again.

(appeared in Bewildering Stories)

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