One Heart - A Thousand Voices

01.16.85

If I could be a seagull,

a single, solitary flight

would close my eyes to a saddened sight

And I would mourn for you.

An old lover now suddenly lost

Lying dead in the blue horizon

Never even saw his sun.

And the sandcastle is your grave.

I see your image painted on the sky

But seldom do I smile.

My heart aches all the while

now that you are gone.

I want to touch that image fading in the sky

Please slow down, don't pass me by

I long to hold you forever still

But fear I can't and never will.

04.17.85

The crisp smell of Nestea

and the robin singing to me

brought back spring.

Smelling the freshly mown lawn,

feeling the sun on my back

made my feet want to go barefoot

and feel the cool grass between my toes.

The smell of strawberry ice cream

and coconut sun-tan oil

brought back memories.

Hearing "Against All Odds"

blaring on the radio

with the windows down

and my sunglasses on

as a single tear trickles down my sunburnt cheek

"We've Only Just Begun"

softly playing

as I lay quietly

on cool, crisp linen sheets,

now, the tears dampening my pillow

streetlights patterning shadows on the wall

and the crickets chirping

keep me awake,

thinking of white lace and promises.