The trees taught me how to whisper,
While the clouds showed me grace.
The sweet little fawn liked carrots, like I did
And the birds were the ones that told me to fly away.
Tiptoeing on pine needles,
I asked to befriend the crickets
So they would let me lay with them at night.
But eventually, the blossoms had to bid me goodbye
As I kissed my last dragonfly,
The one that sat on top of the cattail
By my family’s old pond.
The one I would plunge into to scream or cry
And on my way out, soaking and wrecked
Would eat the blackberries that hid under the deck.
I used to hide too,
Under our soon-to-be Christmas trees
That lined my family’s property.
Those old woods feel haunted to me now.
A grown woman staring at grass
And all the memories that have now come to pass.
The streams all dried up.
The light dimmer than it was,
Calling it home, just because.
Nostalgia smells different to a girl like me.
What I lacked in lullabies and story time
What I may have missed from board games and birthdays
I was given.
I was given countless kisses from the rain
And tickles from the leaves
An imagination on fire.
Nature gave me the gift of listening
She warmed me with her blanket of sun
And granted me a life being forever young.
When we live among giants,
Like the great eastern white pines of Michigan
How can we feel like we do not have teachers?
The rings of their age
Their wisdom and their sage
They are the religion,
Our most literate preachers.
For my next breath, I will have the space to look up
The seeds are planted, and my roots are deep
For the sky reminds me to be big.
Beyond the Daydreams
I want to see beyond the dreams
Share with him and share within
A gratitude for our coincidence.
And despite the restrictiveness
Our daughter requires innocence.
She needs us to take time
Sweet and merciful
Born from our patience.
Tasting truth on my tongue
And strawberries on his.
Poor little boy is afraid of falling
We are children making children
But my tender heart is calling.
I know your daydreams
As my light is learning you.
There is no fear in faith
And as we play, and as we pray
As we cry and move
In all the daily things we do,
We will learn a love that she deserves.
We will learn a love that we have waited for,
A remembrance of the peace before.
The space where breath is made.
Like nature or grace
It will come from an effortless place.
On that day, when my belly is full of life
And your hand is rested on our blooming flower
We won’t remember this waiting hour.
Our only thought,
I wonder what color her eyes will be?
The stars dream of us
And the flowers stretch out to smell you.
At night when the lights go out,
Trees giggle about our silly conversations.
While a neighboring flood lamp flickers a moon-like glow into my hallway,
Where my socks still lay.
I don’t remember what it felt like before you.
Why would I want to anyway?
You Are Everywhere
I hear you in the cricket’s chirp just before dusk
And feel your fingers trace my back like sea air on sun-soaked skin.
You’re watching over me high in your constellation
While glints of auburn window reflections remind me of your hair,
You are everywhere.
You are everywhere.
The clouds did that thing you like the most
We’re both suckers for a well-lit scene.
I found the single Pasadena flower that stays in bloom past midnight.
And even the moon is closing her eyes, the wait too much to bear,
But you are everywhere.
You are everywhere.
Silence the only reprise, but I found you there again
Walking to the corner where gravity shifted to feel you pull me in
I am the tree on Craig St. and you are the wind that moves me
A low hum of Christian’s reciting the Lord’s prayer
Baby, can I call you that? You are everywhere.
You are everywhere.
You Are So Divine
When the air around me turns to velvet
And all the noise escapes from the room,
I appear in a world of somewhere else
A heaven, a galaxy of nature’s womb.
The opacity drops a little more
A film developing with nostalgic-vignette,
And your eyes, your eyes,
Burn me and burn me until I sweat.
Each inhale effortlessly invoked
Every molecule a chemical reaction,
My deity, my daily,
Consumed by immortal attraction.
You are my remembered forever
You are the holder of an unforgettable heart,
My love will leave from you never,
And in that, we create the most spectacular art.
Like A Good Dream
You awoke from me in the middle of the night
When I was drifting in the starlit sea.
You heard my call for kindness
And you answered with brilliant artistry.
My hopeful heart loved without objection.
And like a recollection,
I visit you in the still small moments in between
The middle space, betwixt,
Bewildered and bewitched.
A daze of daisies and dozens of dozy minutes waiting
To feel your dreamweaver love again.
The smell of serenity in the ocean of my sheets
My hand caressing the waves until it finds, the shoreline,
of your skin.
Sweetened honey and lavender sage,
My mind is filled with tastes of you.
We play with words, writing shades of love
And blushes of amber blue.
My dearest dream, and my most-loved star boy
I may be the daughter of daylight
But dance with me here.
In my dreamland, my fantasy of forever love
Where the moon adores us from above
And where we awake from a call by our mourning dove.
You Are Stronger Than You Think
When everything is quiet
And you’re nowhere to be found
I begin to blacken pages,
Writing to sages,
About girls in dresses
Walking alone in sunsets
And butterflies silhouetted by moonlight.
We’re all just homesick.
Touching trees and one another
Getting one step closer.
I’ll see you all there
But right now, I’m in repair.
I’m glad it’s warm out,
My sweat reminds me to release
With every breath, I feel a little more at peace.
I close my eyes and walk on ledges now.
My heart is louder than it used to be
Seeing rainbows on my skin previously unseen.
So go ahead little girl,
You have what you need in this world.
You want new words?
Then write to them.
Put jasmine in your hair
Gift love and lightning everywhere.
They might have stars on thars,
And you might have scars on yours
But Jesus, you are brave.
You never wanted normal anyways.
A pang of hunger and curiosity fit for a Queen.
So conquer, love harder and stand up in your dream.
Dance with your own shadow
Kiss your weak knees
Fill your lungs, wraps your hands, stretch your muscles that aren’t yet sore.
Look up to your home and say, “Please,”
“Give me more.”