I swear, it’s all true…
I hold the whole world in my heart.
And sometimes, I just want to run, and let it all flood-out.
Breathe in the sum of everything, all at once.
Set you free!
Paint the lives in my path: red, yellow, green…
Leave something memorable,
to those otherwise blinded.
So many words, yet I can’t explain,
furious-wind blowing in my brain.
Hear, hear, hear, you…
But you can’t feel a thing.
I’ve been lighting fires everywhere waiting.
Falling into capture.
Can’t escape it. You know that I can’t.
You can’t…
Too many sticks and stones in all these years.
Shattered dreams, but hope remains.
One day, I know you’ll recall
all that I may have forgotten along the way,
but surely it will be too late. I’ll be a memory by then.
A star in the sky to wish upon.
Only don’t expect I’ll answer.
Rather—feel me emerge, a tingle on your skin,
from a humid breeze, or scent of seaweed.
The realization I am gone. Your pieces gathered-inside.
Hear, hear, hear, you…
But you can’t feel a thing.
I’ve been lighting fires everywhere waiting.
Falling into capture.
Can’t escape it. You know that I can’t.
You can’t…
Remember the day the world was dancing?
Neither can I. But wouldn’t it have been nice?
When you pray –
Imagine me thankful, in a pink summer-dress,
with a spinning hula-hoop that cries,
heart beating quickly in excitement—
Going to jump-free into a parallel-universe
that shines!
Kiss minty-trees, like tall, leafy, men with answers.
God and I will celebrate the wanton chaos behind us,
drink wine, move effortlessly to the Psychedelic Furs,
a full moon in our grasp.
Hear, hear, hear, you…
But you can’t feel a thing.
I’ve been lighting fires everywhere waiting.
Falling into capture.
Can’t escape it. You know that I can’t.
You can’t…
Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2017 All Rights Reserved
That smart and introspective Maria. Like a phoenix – her words soar.
Thank you, DJ! 🙂