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fold me up and put me in
one of them piles of last years clothes
and place me in the back right hand corner
of the damp dark closet

hide me, like the broken lamp
you never told your mother about
whole colorful shards of glass and metal
still sparkle seductively from inside your underwear drawer

and i'll haunt you softly
like that reoccuring dream you just can't make sense of
the one that is frightingly realistic
and has you waking up flushed and wanting

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...i would fly.

soar high above you, far from your reach
hide behind a cloud
always hoping that you'd look and find me

wind circles around your head, round and round
clip you with my wings
trying hard to strike and confuse you

flutter close to your skin, slowly
dare to land on your neck
and whisper softly into your ear...

...if only i could fly...

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some peace and quiet
the crystal sky above
i touch the velvet
i taste the blue

with my fingertips i twirl
fantasy filled ice cream comes
flavored with tears of joy,
of pain, of jealousy, of a word my lips refuse to speak

and in my dreams, my sweet daydreams
i build a maze,
hedges of hope have grown high
i lose myself, i lose my head, i lose whatever sense that was left in my twisted reality

never to return.