Lighthouse
Friday, March 19, 2010
And we never talk anymore
the silence grows until there are miles between us
uncross-able paths that twist and turn
journeys that are cut off by the angry twist of the ocean
or the solemn stubbornness of the forest.

And I am left, digging my toes in the warm sand along the lost seashore,
trying to be a guiding lighthouse to your wandering ship,

but you will never come back, (they never come back)

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Daffodil
Friday, March 5, 2010
She dances in the sunshine,
spiraling away from the world.

Her mother calls her "Daisy,"
but the world has christened her "Daffodil."

Yet, her lovers know her better
as Black-Eyed Susan.

She wanders aimlessly,
too restless to be called a house plant,
but too tame to run with the wildflowers.

Too exquisite for a weed,
too plain for a rose.

So, she'll dance among the reeds
absorb the sun's warm rays
and call herself
Daffodil.

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