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Hello 'Hello'...she sings the song, it weaves a spell into my very soul. All of a sudden I'm sad for her. As if I were mourning something I didn't know I lost. I walk home with the song playing over and over in my head. Cars brush by me... too close... too close... almost get hit... but they cant hurt me. No. They can't hurt me. All that is left of me is a ghost. The ghost of who I used to be. A black butterfly brushes past me. I think it's a sign... the beginning of the end, but then I see the white on the tips of it's wings. If there can be white within such darkness then there is always hope. 'Hello' she sings... 'Hello...I'm still here' she says. So am I... So am I... So am I... |
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Tick Tock Time goes by with the tick, tock, tick I hear the door closing with a polite click. Such a gentle touch, this is all just way too much. What do I do when the time comes. When do I say I will soon be gone? When do I say so long to my dreams? Foolish dreams of things that will never come. Hopes and fears that I have had to chase away, with a broken bat, like an estranged cat. Will I bump into them once more? Wondering, wondering. Why, oh why, did I shut the door? Time goes by with the tick, tock, tick. I hear the door closing with a polite click. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock tick. There goes another dream, another closed door, hoping upon hope that a window opens so I can jump in. Difficult? That it seems. But you have such a gentle touch it makes me feel, oh, so much. Always afraid of making the jump, I am the estranged cat, that has forgotten the way to her dreams. |
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