lyrically

The only things worth living for are innocence and magic.
-David Gray

...But I Forgot

I cannot take you with me
You must only travel in the deepest recesses of my mended heart
The world can’t see you, my private muse
Evidence of you is proof my life a hoax
The duckling in a swan’s robe

You made me
You created me
Your hands lifted me from blindness, and into Color I was swept
The created hides from the creator

That knowledge too honest
Today I walk the steps you knew I would take
My passions were carefully laid by you
Gone the girl I once hardly knew
Gone is the boy who changed her
Smiles on all faces
Happiness is deeper when they rest in memory
I was never meant to take you
Love that lives only in a dream
Reality is not real enough

literally

To sleep, perchance to dream.
-William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"

Drown Me

The desert no longer in sight--only in her memories--only in the faces she thought once dear. She swims, downs, is enveloped by the beautiful, clear blue. The drowning is even peaceful here. She does not know towards what she is swimming, perhaps something greater-not the desert-so she continues to fight on. She heard the voice in the desert, calling her on-the water has no voice, but she knows its where the voice has led her. The water rushes away her thoughts, her priorities, her self. The water is taking away from her the dross of her former life. Her lack of strength is the strongest power she has known. She continues to swim, becoming anew with each stroke, each wave. This water is her salvation of desperation.

Writing by me, based on "January Hour-Epiphany" by Makoto Fujimura (above)
and John 1:23, 26-27

lyrically

Don't you fear...when you dream. Waking up is never what it seems.
-Beth Nielsen Chapman