Lock and Key

Sitting by the door
Now laying on the floor
Staring at the lock and key...

The peep hole hasn't been peeped
The door bell sends no chime
But who knows, maybe someone will show by the end of this rhyme...

In my mind there's a knock
By which I gracefully bound to answer
I straighten my skirt and fluff my lashes
For this calling, a reenactment of my dreams.
An eye through the glass assures me its him,
The face on the back of my restful lids.
I cast open the door
What's he here for?
He smiles - that smile-
The words from his mouth take effort
Failing to project across the moat between us
So my hand he takes and professes this truth:
"Its you, its you."
He tries to explain under a cage of emotion, but a motion,
the movement,
Of a kiss tender on my lips says it best.
We stand embraced, a moment for forever
The music starts to play- that song- my favorite song
and we start to sway
Perfection, hope, patience paid off... Until...
Doubt- "How did that music start to play?"
The hold loosens, our lips part and I realize I am back at start
Not in his arms or deep in a kiss..

Now in a place I'd been before-strewn out on the floor
Nothing real did I miss.
But its here I will lay,
With an eye on the key and a sigh in my heart
Waiting for the boy-that boy- to come for me.

A Change of Focus...

Whats a camera?
A device we use to stall time
A freeze frame of the present that becomes printed as the past
A portal that transports light and image and emotion

But could it be an excuse…

Have you thought maybe taking a picture is the very absence of feeling
Of seeing
Of taking it all in…
Yes, in fact I know its true.

We snap away and away for what reason?
So we can see it again in a another time and another place
and think that the picture does no justice to life in reality
To see the cityscapes and Italian streets that we once walked,
But not in true form.

To really live is to have the eyes of a Polaroid
Imagine a trip with no camera, no film, no “smile,” no “cheese”
Just your eyes to capture it all…

Think of how much longer you would sit,
How intent would be your stare
The purpose and attention of your pupils
To see the things that you may never see, or better... experience, again.

Life would be lived to the fullest and sight would not be taken for granted
Time would be precious, just as it always is.
Make it a challenge. Change for the sake of now
Don’t just open your eyes. Use them.

Felice: fell-ee-CH-ay, happiness

Happy… elated…
I can feel the joy surging up my throat and pinching my cheeks!
I want to shout but then I want to cry
For tears of joy may just express
The elation of this moment
To know that someone believes in me
In my passion
In my dream
They want ME to be the future
ME to be the change
ME to be exactly who I want to be
I’ve found my calling this rainy day
And though the sun don’t shine
It won’t stop this heart of mine
From beating with a purpose,
Sending bright red blood to enlighten my body and color my fingertips
Excitement is an understatement for this feeling of glee
Oh to be a writer… maybe some day, we’ll see!