Illegal Cellist

I cannot cry for you
Because with you near me
It is impossible to be sad.
You smile and your eyes are stars
Your lips are softly laughing
At me.
Strong and slender your hands
Hover over the strings and
Draw the bow...
I cannot take my eyes off you.
Even when the day is full of hateful bustle,
Even when I fall into bed each night,
Even when storm clouds obscure every bit of the sky,
There is a bubble of peace
Cornered in my bosom
You may never love me, but
I cannot forget you.

Random Paragraph

A terrifying windswept desert. One would never visit more than once. Silent and churning with white-hot sand, the land was an ocean of naked sunlight. The snaking train of a caravan sliced across the plain like a scar. Ragged beduins led camels laden with gold from Mali, spices from India, amd silk from the Far East. Their weather-beaten faces scarcely blinked at the surroundings. Wiry forearms and straining shoulders muscled the animals into steady obedience. Steady...like the rythme of their footsteps on the ever-changing landscape. These were the middlemen, who dared to visit the desert more than once.

I Have You Now

Hello house
We meet again.
I have walked unheeded through your corridors.
I have greeted your people in their very tongue.
Now, I am a stranger.
I peer from afar
There are two - excuse me four - panes of glass
in between us.
Fight for it, you said.
Then, you turned your head and smirked.
Goodbye house
I have, believe it or not, moved on.
Or not

Lullaby to a Princess

I don't understand when beautiful eyes cry
Because of a farewell so unavoidable.
Like the angels who dance for our God in heaven
So these stars have danced with every joy.
Why should they be sad all night long,
When the darkest space in the sky is a vast and uncross-able Jordan?
Don't you know?
I will hold you until the storm has fled.
I will cover you with my last blanket (or my first, or any in the middle).
When I am there (which is always),
Not even the shadow of Harm will catch your shatteringly divine eyes.
Don't you know, my star?
If you cry out in the dark of night,
I will awaken the dawn.

you are tired (i think) By: ee cummings

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
- e.e. cummings

Eye-Contact

I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.
A never-ending shackle that binds the broken-hearted.
A connection to the souls of all mankind.

Listen to the voices of my neighbor's hurt.
Listen, and take in my helpless stance.
How can I breathe a word to bring them comfort?
How can I disclose my hand and take a chance?

Like a river our love can make our courses strong.
Like a river we bend and sway with time.
I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.