Winter Is Not Yet Gone

The drifter by the newstand looks up,

No chance of rain on this Sunday morning,

Perhaps a ray of sunshine will warm his sleep,

Before the cold of night sets in and reminds him

That winter is not yet gone.

She lays in the sunfilled window sil,

In silence to dream her sunlit dreams,

She's a cat and she has no cares,

Only the knowledge that it does not matter

That winter is not yet gone.

Outside our Windows

Here then

A new light for you

A new type of fire.

It's lit up the world outside our windows,

Focused on

Strange roots and bark and tree.

Beautifying

Terrifying.

World alight

Outside our windows.

Self Reflections

"These are not my stars,"  she said,
Looking up into the night,
"This is not my sky.
Why have you brought me here, my love,
Where the air is strange and the world frozen?
Where the birds come in only monochrome?
Why have you brought me here?"


"This is where you're from, my dear," I told her promptly,
"This is where your roots are,
This is where you were born,
I thought you'd be happy to see it again."


"It's not that I'm not happy here," she responded quietly,
"It's that here my blood runs cold and the woods are silent,
When I'm here I can't hear my heartbeat on the wind.
There's no fire in the bush,
No flood on the land."


"You could relearn it here, my love," I whispered,
"And learn to live here again like before."


"Of course I could," she replied,
And looked at me with a saddened smile,
"I can probably learn to live anywhere,
But when I'm there,
I'm alive and I belong somewhere."


"But emotions and attachments are ephemeral, love,
What you feel for him now might be ripped form you again."


"Life is too short to be afraid of the unknowable, my dear,
We've been afraid for so long.
Look up into this sky and tell me what you see."


I did then as she asked me,
Turning my face away from the mirror 
And looking up into the night,
"You're right," I whispered to myself,
"These are not my stars."

When I Get Lost

Child of too many worlds,
It's okay to be afraid:
Stranger things have happened to you,
                                   Remember?
Child without a single home,
It's alright to be lost,
Your feet don't have to remember
                        where to return to.
Child beneath wide skies,
You can tremble at the world,
But there is a place or person for you too
                      for you to belong.

Dollhouse

Carefully tailored answers so you can hear what you want,

A smile flashed at just the right time,

You know I’m meant for you.

There’s no one on this planet who loves you more than me,

Every atom of my soul is buzzing all for you.

I won’t whine or bitch or cry cos that’s not what you want,

I’ll be your girl for all these moments,

Each one an eternity

Cos that’s the way I’m wired,

Yeah, that’s the way they wired me for you.