People have always told me That the sun is always above the clouds And I squint to look But I just see gray unforgiving clouds.
When I was younger, I used to imagine that the sun was the rain. It would drip like an overripe orange And send liquid drops of light to dash across people's faces. I imagined that the sun never left Just took on different forms.
But now that I'm older, I know that the sun leaves. The sun leaves when you're cold and vulnerable When you're fighting against a tide That keeps dragging you in and spitting you out. When you tell the world your secrets And it laughs in your face. When you're reaching for a person Like a life preserver in a tsunami But they keep twisting away In a wash of sea spray Until you're choking on your own breath.
Don't try and convince me that the sun is always there. It isn't.
Someday you'll wish you hadn't left me here Falling Freely Tumbling Toward The dark and dirty ground You'll mourn me when you see your savior is the one who pushed me over Don't worry. I'll forgive you Just catch me at the bottom When I'm gasping for breath Breathe life back into me I'm reaching for you And when you look away I melt into a far away puddle That if you look into it You'll see my tear-stained face smiling back at you Sadly Because maybe it wasn't meant to be.
How can you hate when you're lying under the stars? When you are gazing at hills stretching for miles Their silvery tips brushed by the copper-colored last light of the sun? When you are sitting in an empty cathedral Sunlight illuminating dust streaming in the air over the alter Touching your face As the sounds of a thousand forgotten voices swing through the rafters? When you wake up to rain streaming down your window And you reach out Watching it stream over your hands into puddles below you That as you lean down You can see your reflection in them? When you're sitting on a dock next to your best friend Watching as the silent sun slowly slips away behind the mountains And your feet dangle in the cool water?
How can you hate when the most beautiful thing in life is just a heartbeat away?
The ladybug wanders wonderingly across the wide expanse of her table Her tiny feet reach the edge And she wobbles wildly Before tipping over Spots swirling into space and time And puckered up against the hard linoleum Feet pounding the floor Yelling questions she does not understand. She folds her wings and breathes short ragged breaths.
Imagine that ladybug Seconds before Wandering toward the edge looming in the distance. Imagine she reaches it And doesn't give in to the fall Imagine She spreads her brittle wings And soars away on the breezes Footsteps echoing below her.