Particles

Are we the dreams of dreamers
Or the dreamers of dreams?

Great creators of life--and death

The great duality, a curse or perfection?
It's all perception

We are wave crashers
With our eyes
We see but we're unaware

Discarnate, we look down upon our lives
Like children
Our painful moments marked by Reese's cups
A lifetime spread out like candy on the soft blankety cosmos

Have we truly loved?

The Girl

What does she want--the girl?
Like the shimmer of the moon on the dark water's skin
she jumps and flits
Afraid to stay too long
She takes to the forests
Like a wolf on four paws
running free
just wanting to be
wanting to see
how far she can go, with no bags on her back.

But what does she want--the girl?
She knows love exists because the moon tells her so

She's seen him walk among the crows
        the one
                      her soul calls to

She knows her soul is violet.

What does she want--the girl?
She is not lost but she wanders.
telling stories about the Ocean
on her lips
in her blood
She is water.
They tell her they feel safe with her
even though her power could take them under

And then she sees the moon, reflecting on herself
and she knows she is the moon, too.

What does she want--the girl?
to see how it all fits together
to somehow be water
and find a way to dance with fire.