Sunday, May 31, 2009

I can't take away her irrational fear. I pray. Someone can.

Align Centerturn to rise

Before you walked
I dreamed
I had super power
to choose your path.
Wrong way!
I thought
I could call you home,
and if you ran,
I could catch you,
carry you home.

On the road where dark lies -
if I let you
stones and thistles
would send you flying
to soft grass,
warm arms,
I dreamed.

I didn't know
small hearts
and feet
harden fast,
fear makes warm arms race, soft grasses itch.
One witch rises over all fairy tales,
and hope doesn't rub off with bedtime kisses
no matter
how I press.
Come home.
Truth weights.