You and I stand at the Shop counter We are buying a Freshly baked blueberry pie To bring over to your Brother's home towns away
You stand patiently In your thick woolen Overcoat, in the many layers Under your violet skirt That has faded to lilac
The shopkeeper counts Our shared coins And you look at me With the warmest eyes On this blistering afternoon
You look at me so innocently In this small, warm Bakery, like looking At me could melt the winter From our hats and mittens
You say thank you to the Kind man with the Graying mustache in The coziest voice I know as if it were my own
We walk down the street Down to the train, where You will sit close Beside me, and it will Not be the pie that warms us
She sneaks back into my head Tiptoes her way into the room In the middle of the night For a second I didn't know She was gone But she wakes me with A whisper kiss on my cheek
I'm drowzy and she's Wide awake And with sleep filled eyes I watch her paint the walls Create her masterpieces In all my memories of her
We were just a secret crush We were meaningful glances And brushed fingertips Kisses in empty hallways Deep breaths in frozen rooms
She's still making art here More alive than she ever was More energy than she ever had More awake in my dreams Than she had been before She fell into her deep sleep
I hear her quiet footsteps As she moves between worlds Multiplying every thought Hearing all the words We all should have said
Between everyone she visits Through every broken door She still sings to us And even as a phantom dancer I carry her around She's no secret anymore She made sure of that
If you could see the sky Turn from black to blue To pink to orange each Early morning as I do
Then you might also Believe there is a magic In the air or on the leaves In a web a spider weaves
I'll lend my eyes to you So you might glimpse Divinity on the horizon And never need any proof
Dust, dust I am dust Brush me from the windows Or sweep me out the door Dust, dust Flying dust I don’t know where to land Or where I’ve been before
I knew a man from Salem Who lived in a very old home "My partner died last year," He told me, "And left me there alone."
"Come live with me, We'll fall in love slowly Like sleepy winter mice." I had to admit it seemed Like a dream That might have been very nice.
His smile was kind and shy, His eyes were soft and sad, They pleaded with me for comfort, An ember, A life we could have had.
Make me a home inside you Build me a room With a lock and a key That you keep on a chain Around your neck
I have been a wandering soul But cage me and keep me With fire and fervor I am yours, I am yours In this room you are mine
Make me a home inside you Build me a room Of blackest obsidian For I am molten I could so easily melt you
I'm both a brother And a sister A chameleon A shapeshifter I was the man I thought you wanted And woman again When you missed her
I've been handsome I've been gorgeous And being both Has been euphoric I've been everything All at once I am both malleable And formless
My voice is soft Fluid and cozy My body smooth And warm and homey When I speak to you I hope you hear My soul is steady And you know me
I write my own universe inside a snow globe Where fields of lilac and rows of holly Coexist without juxtaposition Where a mother is also a sister And a sister is someone I can trust Where truth and reality do not conflict With any of my own personal truths or realities
Shake me hard, turning me this way and that I am in flux, I am inside the water That from the outside looking in poses as air The winter birds and the summer birds Perch in the same trees, eat the same seeds I am dreaming here with eyes open Love does not perish here, not in my delicate orb
Fire in the sky How do you still surprise me? Little sun just begun to rise And for me, no one
A glow in the night Or is it suddenly day? Your presence a heavenly, Astonishing light When you fall take me away
I speak to you inside my mind My inner world a sanctuary A holy place just for myself I would have you sit here with me
Watch the water as it flows My river of thoughts and words Walk with me through wet grass Full of insects and hunting birds
Do you feel safe here with me? There's a soft and misty glow In the sunrise of my imagination I hope you feel at home
I am not embarrassed or afraid I am messy and flawed and bare In a open field of chamomile flowers I am myself with you and that's rare
Maybe I laugh a little too much Like a part of me is ashamed But I opened this world to you Our fears laid out to be reclaimed
I feel you move inside my head Move me with all that you are You're as real as anything we feel As the light from a newborn star
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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