Tuesday, April 4, 2000

Summer Camp

Pickup truck waiting for the storm to blow over.
Setting up camp and making a fire.
Especially cold for an August night.
Crisp air from that morning's prelude.
The pine trees are enchanted with sparkles.
Awaking to the sound of a chipmunk chasing a baby bird on a branch.
Only in the mountains, can you have so much peace.

Monday, April 3, 2000

Deep Sleep

Words float into my head when I dream.
I dream of the best things like deserted beaches and rusty hammocks.
I dream about going somewhere South and exploring ancient ruins.
I dream about my fears of sharks, dinosaurs, and snakes.
I dream about the love I'll never get and cry to make it real.
Then I wake up and forget everything,
Only to discover the secrets over and over again,
Each and every night.

Sunday, April 2, 2000

So Many Souls

I wonder how many people I will never meet...
I wish I could meet them all
Putting a part of their goodness into me.

Saturday, April 1, 2000

Serenity

My head is spinning
and it's going to shatter
into a million pieces.
My fingers bleed hungrily
for a piece of paper and a pen.
I'm having writer's block,
hoping it's not permanent.
I'd give anything
to have a pillow
and a blanket,
so I could sleep
and maybe dream
up some words to write.