wildcat

If love was a garden, I’d let it grow wild

Because what use is love that’s tamed?

There, the honeybees would be the messengers, passing letters of sweet nothings from the sun to the flower’s soft buds

Carefree Honeybee, 

Don’t you see the hope you’ve given me?

I’ve climbed up and up and up but the end seems never closer, and I’m reaching reaching reaching for a dream that’s never there.

In the First Light, I am stepping out into rays of golden sunlight, and I am floating through air that is buoyant with the songbird's melodies

Sometimes I think that I’ll never be That Girl

The one who will twirl with a boy under a sea of stars

That fairy tale princess, who’s prince will always be waiting

The stars were out that night

But it was the Moon who truly conquered the darkness.

She reached out a pale hand and wove together the soft strings of a lullaby

Pulling some deeper into the promise of sleep

The Sun is setting                                                                 &nbs