maybe we can find a dream again.
right here, heart awide and hands askew.
we wouldn't have to run so far to find what we are looking for.
a thimble of our kiss will feel like eternal glory.
maybe we don't have to run anymore.
if we can just find a home amongst these dreams of
white daffodils, pink orchids and yellow lilies.
the cotton cloth of our dresses sticking unto our skin, hugging and telling us to stay.
prickle a little, wittle a kiddle,
we can be safe right here.
i promise you a golden
i promise you a light
if you choose to be, then here i will be.
- wait for me
YOU ARE READING
for me,
Poetryfor the very life God has brought upon me, for the happiness, the grief, the resentment and the anger in me, for being human; for being love.
