People

I wonder if you'll read this.


The words on the computer screen are mesmerizing.
Deep enchantments                                                   magic
older than this world
surface in the white spaces.

Pleasure moments fill every page
and visions of hills we will one day see               and buildings        and stars
drip down the walls into puddles that decieve
like my glow-in-the-dark nail polish,
not so dull in the darkness.                           can you see the hidden kingdom?

I can see the violins,
and the music takes shape behind my eyelids.
We dance                                                                  beautifully
against the backdrop of cataclysms.
Don't you just love the flames?
We cannot touch,
We must whisper our lives
through someone else,
yet we can never fully decieve them,
can we?                                                  liar

Rumors have reached my ears
of a ghost
hovering just beyond my reach and I
will seize that phantom.
There's got to be some glow stick in the world           pink   blue   orange
bright enough to lead you here
where a weathered ladder has been outside my window          in the cold air
waiting for you.


I wonder if you'll read this.
I wonder if you'll wish this is for you.                                               I love you.