“Let’s go slow dancing around the kitchen, listening to the sound of dawn by the back roads and let our shadows paint the walls.”

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I wish you the wildest of dreams.

Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.

At least now the stars are in good company.

You look like smell like taste like home.

Even your broken smiles are contagious.

The best of you is galaxies away from the ordinary.

The Past Is Something You Stand Upon To-do Your Present Dance.

A beautiful dance, a new breath shedding layers of myself to unearth the truth within.

“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.

Her smile was the only tune that my happiness danced to.

A daughter of mystery and moonlight magic danced within her veins her spirit singing a sweet melody as the goddess within her reigns.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

What’s done is done, don’t go back dancing with your ghosts and strive to go onwards.

And if you saw me alone in a bar tonight. Would you ask me to dance?