March Poetry Diary Entries

I am a million miles away from you

And so I watch the moon at the dead of night

Hoping that somehow, somewhere

You could be watching her face too

There is something to be said about a name

A word to make a person

People have words, words have people

People make words and words make people

Bated breath bodes beautifully for brethren

We wait in anticipation for each kin

A hummingbird in my chest

Beating its veiny wings of crimson

Butterfly heartbeats in a living cage

We walk the rope bridge over the canyon

Sometimes he moves slowly, other times fast

And I'm not sure if I want to keep up with him

The ice fish are swimming in the sky

Lighting up your face like moonlight on water

Your eyes are wide and bright with amazement

And then you suddenly became a thief

If your hands are nitroglycerin

Then I am burning alive in your touch

Your eyes are slitted red rubies

And your wicked grin is frightening but not terrifying

The sun makes parchment into rich golden skin

And I see the light in your eyes blaze like lanterns

The smile is even brighter than the light

From the sun-touched skin of your arm

I walk a path riddled with faces

Watching me as I step around them

Their eyes follow and track my uncertain footsteps

A thousand eyes on the small of my back

The path less traveled on is the unpaved one

Gravel crunches underfoot

For only will they pave this path

If it was one of frequent use

Maybe if one dreams hard enough

And everywhere is an utopian paradise

Then everything will be once upon a time

And happily ever after.