That Second Star to the Right

like so many others that came before me
and like all the others of my generation
we believed in Peter Pan and Tinker Bell
and Neverland… and we were all
lost boys and girls…believing in pixie dust
and mermaid lagoons…a magic moon
and Captain Hook and tiger Lily…
believing in eternal childhood…
in never growing old or growing up…
if only pixie dust could be purchased
over the counter – so we could fly
towards that second star to the right
and straight on ’til morning…

but unlike the others –
i was compelled to stay behind…
so much for the abundance
of happy thoughts  that crowd my mind
and compete for attention to be recalled…
unlike the others –
i never found that source of pixie dust
to power those happy thoughts to aid in my flight…
unlike the others i had to stop dreaming
of Peter Pan…and Tinker Bell
and Neverland…and mermaid lagoons…
and a magic moon and Captain Hook
and tiger Lily…of never growing up…
and unlike the others –
i had to resign from my post as a lost girl
and had to find myself…
but i kept fighting not to forget –
Peter Pan…and Tinker Bell
and Neverland…and mermaid lagoons…
and a magic moon and Captain Hook and tiger Lily…

and now unlike the others
i’ve found myself all grown up…
no longer lost…but still young at heart
and i’ve managed to fashion for myself
a pair of white feathered wings…

so i bid you farewell…look for me in the sky
heading towards that second star to the right
and flying straight on ’til morning…

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11.17.12

and when she saw that glint
of sadness in your eyes
did she ask you if you wanted to go
or whether you wanted to stay?
or did she take your face in her hand
and distract you with her seductive
kiss to make you forget
the sadness which clings to you?…

and when she felt the disregard
and the coldness in your touch
did she ask you if you loved her
and whether you still wanted her?
or did she take you in her arms
and laid your head to her bosom
to make you inhale her hypnotic scent
and lulled you into forgetting
your past love?…

and when she heard the hollowness
in your voice during rare conversations
did she ask you what your heart was feeling
and what it whispered in silence?
or did she sing you her song
to take your mind away from
the memories which you held intensely?…

did she love you?…does she love you still?…
how did she love you?…how much did she love you?
does my love compare?

Love on the 27th

i see hearts when lamplights illuminate

puddles that randomly line sidewalks

and pathways after a rainy afternoon…

heart-shaped Raindrops  right after

they accumulate on leaf bases

and right before Gravity pulls

them to the earth and leaf apices let go – gently…

as if exhaling – breathing a silent sigh

as if caressing the world with love –

i’d like to think…

and sometimes I see hearts –

shaped by coffee cup stains,

in soft fluffy clouds and double rainbows,

in melted sundae cones and ice cream…

in kaleidoscopes and prisms…

in colors…and the sun…

and then I see love…or hear it

in musical notes that float

from violins and pianos and guitar strings…

in lullabies…in the whispering winds

in the soft lapping of waves…

and then I feel love…and taste it

in apples and pears…

and peaches and dew…in candies

and chocolates…in raindrops…

in tears…in kisses…in you…