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Presumptuous Love

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”
― Dr. Seuss

“Presumptuous Love”

Love is unexpected;
Advances suddenly and undetected.
Remains throughout the coldest frost;
Sometimes forgotten, but never lost.
The flower that smiles in the rain,
The sun that seeks to rise again,
The answer for every question thought,
The happiness that could not be bought.
The peace of honest reverie,
Eternity, in your loved one’s memory.

Shorelines

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Gulls do swim throughout the sky
As sailing boats have learned to fly.
Shells are speckled memories
Which dot the seaweed-laden quarries.
What is seaweed- but mermaid hair?
Left behind from when they were there
To bind seeking hearts forever to this place,
To pull them in with wantonly grace,
To secure their darkened spirits to this land,
To leave them shackled in the sand,
With silence and smiling lack of reprimand.

A New Year

Goodbye Year.
The Time has passed.
I will not miss the dips in the waves
Or my laughing mirror,
Or my haunting past,
Or my memory’s departed graves.

Hello Year.
It was a dream.
I awoke and now I see the light
And my future here,
And my self-esteem,
And the roses that fully bloom white.

I Am A Unicorn

I am a unicorn. My hair slides along my graceful neck in pearlescent waves like frothy, ocean tides – brushing and crashing and whispering and falling back and never only in one place but never imperfect. Slender legs delicately press my hooves into the earth, and the ground feels honored at my presence. The Wind smells sweeter as it passes through my mane, though I do not smell sweetly myself. Unicorns do not smell like anything; but if they did smell like something, it would be the scents of Wisdom and Time that mingle in the airs around me- a swirling aura that I cannot escape from- that I was created with. I watch the world come and go and never forget, but I never stop to wonder where everything that used to be went. Am I a creature like the birds that wander in search of love and freedom? No. I do not search for anything. Am I presence like the Ocean that will only just forever exist without knowing her own purpose but filling it each day? No. I do not think I am void of feelings entirely or something made to serve and benefit. The Ocean has no desires that I know. Then again, just because I do not understand my own feelings does not mean that other things do not have any. Continue reading