black cassette

i sit here in front of you
amazed by the shadows you cast in the light
pardon my asking, but i want to know
did you read all the letters i had to rewrite?
envelopes and stamps did their duty
while you sipped your tea
and i dared to wonder
if you thought about me

i faded like bleach into your mind
you played me back, then hit rewind
i kinda like being this black cassette
i'll cheer you up when you get upset

i'm not there, but i'll be there soon
im a 100 miles away
so i won't be there by noon
but i found this old piano
outside on the street
so i recorded you a song
that has a funky beat
i put it in the mail
and i sent it home to you
p.s. don't forget
je t'aime beaucoup

figurative dances

whispers are currents creeping on clouds
my heart could not beat louder
tell me the sounds of silence you hear
like seeing two birds but hearing the air
the water surrounds me and pours in my ears
i am drowning in my fears

it's been 72 days since i saw you last
and all i can do is reminisce of the past
it's over you tell me
you don't even care
i stagger to a window
and breathlessly stare
and everything we ever knew
won't ever continue

no more will i hear
a laugh or a tear
just the ocean mocking me
telling me silently
that the grass was not greener
oh it wasn't greener
the grass was a color of gray
much to my dismay

so goodbye dear friend
i hope you remember
that this is the end
no more second chances
or figurative dances
we're through
but i still love you

sweet things

apple seeds are black like clouds
that drench my strawberry heart
tears drip down like kiwi rain
to form a puddle of orange juice art

and i sing loud
and i sing proud
to run away from the noises
and i sing loud
and i sing proud
to save myself from the voices

purple plums try to come
to steal my raspberry loving
but mellow breezes like limes and lemons
float in to take the beating

and all these sweet things
can't stop me from You
but sometimes
these sweet things
will try to deceive me
but don't worry
i'm coming back soon

my dance

this is my dance.
it's new every time.
it began as a heartbeat
and sprouted a rhyme.

this is my dance.
the beat and the rhythm.
like a bright spectrum
released from a prism.

this is my dance.
with hands in the air.
spinning in circles
when life seems so square.

this is my dance
through joy and through strife.
i will keep dancing cause
my dance is my life.