Sunday, July 23, 2006

All this time, Lots of Pillows, and now I know why.

It's late. But
We want peace on Earth and equality to fill our pre-dinner plates,
And Dinner, of course, is falling in love and feeling free. So for
Dessert we dine on Dreamscapes and candle-lit lakes.

See, the
Princes and paupers we are, when we disappear we All go
Along with the plan, no matter how hard we fought -- fists
In the air and feet fitted into roots 'round trees.

That our meals make us full and our beginnings and ends
End up the circle we pushed our creaking carts around The
Whole time.

I want love, strength, stability, maturity, a supporter, a giver, a lover, confidence, assurance, trust, as much as forever as I can be given, independence. Simple things, someone who will take care of me so I can start to think about more than just everyone else for once.