the light that is.

I know we're not there yet. I know that there is still darkness ahead. That there are barriers. And obstacles. And people who will try and stop us.

But I also know that there is a path through all of that. That the island of dreams looms just beyond the invisible distance. And that right now, somewhere, the sun is rising.

the dream

some days

you just want to

float along the swirling waters

drift away on a wisp of silvery cumulonimbus

only to return

with fragments of stardust in your tangled hair

and the fading sunhaze lost too far behind your eyes

afterwards

she came back looking for her chalked-on pavement fairytales,

merry-go-round horses and

supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

dreams.

but this time the story ended before she had time to jump.

only the rain came down.

melting sunshines and rainbows into the grey cement floors that cracked beneath her feet.

the freedom

I'm afraid of the loneliness
if you leave.



But the truth is, I'll be lonelier if you stay.

the long way home

There's a lot that stands between us now.

Years and time

Distance and space

God and science

Expectations.

And even though we no longer look the same

I still have your hands

And maybe that will count

One day

When we both need to reach out and hold onto something real.