Remind
me so I may never forget
To
count the stars before I sleep
And
lay my head upon words
As
we dream of maps, caverns,
Cornfields,
lighthouses and conflicted souls.
I
shall be a gypsy in a forgotten town
I
shall read palms, read minds, know the truth
But
convince the mad ones otherwise.
I
shall be a witch who turns
Hearts
into fire, and fire to stone.
I
shall be a pirate who lives
Amongst
dreamers, cowards
Philosophers
and even loons.
I
shall be a poet and I
shall
bask in immortality.
I
shall be the genius in disguise.
I
shall be a fool; I will love,
Love
a forbidden love that will
Always
be reminisced but
Will
never be told.
Ad
before I wake, break my crystal ball
And
bury the tiny glass splinters.
Blow
out the candles I lit,
Burn
the little dolls I’ve sewn.
Let
my ship sail away and let it
Drown
with the truths of the world.
But
if you may, leave those handwritten poems
Please
leave that lonely love alone
For
these two, I shall live and
Inevitably
die for.
~~ Nov. 27, 2013
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