Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror
on the wall,
Are you really there at all?
We never get to see
what you’re really like,
because you’re always just
reflecting the world outside.
Now show me mirror,
show me you!
Stop hiding behind
your mask.
Come on now,
I’ll accept you
This one thing
is all I ask.
Stupid mirror,
listen to me!
Oh you still won’t?
fine…then…
SMASH!

Bus Stop Daydreams

The street turns into a river
my toes hanging just off the edge
“Don’t fall in” warns the boy
who stands safely on the shore.
He is right. I step back,
for the icy black whirlpool
would drown me for sure.
The only way to get across
is when the magic bus comes
The wheels feeze the river solid
and safely we walk across
and around to the door
of the bus.
And we are on our way back
...to reality.

Keyhole

Tiny heels lifted
by way of
“Tippy-toes”
chubby legs
sticking out
of a
checkered
pink dress.
Arms curving
upward, hands
cupping around
little round eyes
for a focused
view.
And what did she see
through the
little round
keyhole?
The world
may never
know.
Because
what we’d
see is
different
than what
she sees.
Imagination
is funny
like that.

untitled passion

Touch me baby
Hold me
All through the night
Light my fire
Oh so bright
Passion -
Marvelous passion
Brought you to my side
Now stay there, sweet angel,
My lover boy

rain

rain
stick out your tongue to catch a drop
water lands on your nose with a plop
dancing in nature's shower
rain gives life to every flower
twirling umbrellas fill the town
reds and blues and ev'ry shade of brown
April showers bring may flowers,
but may has almost passed
there are so many showers
there is no point in a forecast.
All i want is one sunny day,
what is the price that i will have to pay?