Story Teller
Techno rhythms of her voice are so long
A melody that requires no beat
Drag me along like a sled in a song
Her cool words weave images bold and sweet

Allows me to take a crack at the world
As we know it today; life is glowing
All reality and dream becomes curled
She comes, Goes, leaving me blank, unknowing

Morning sunrise brings ents and fairies of
Her world; words captured in a jar, priceless
Pure winter strikes and ends with what? Above?
Never have I felt so light and timeless

As lively stories chase through amused ears
Go like a tornado, yet still sheds tears

A letter never to be sent

To my dear love,
I think about how you are doing on this bright close-to-winter-but-not-yet evening. I went to school and saw all kinds of things but none that interested me. I walked within the daily proccess and longed to break out of it and run to you. But no, I must be the patient one and wait for you. As I got on the bus, a bright light shone through the window, and enveloped me with warmth. As I sighed, i thought, this day was wonderful, so free, so willing it must be a holiday. I thought no, holiday was the wrong word, spirit day. For is was spirit week and I felt the marvel of it on my way home. I walked to my building in the same process as I usally do and walked into my room and saw a large box in my room. I opened it with much trouble because it was a very confusing box. Out of it came a beauty that warmed up my world even more than before and gave me that dancing-marshmallows-around-a-fun-fire feeling. I exhale and know that life isn't even a fourth over.