There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Friday, August 17


I am the one
I am alone
I have a friend
I have a throne
I have a laugh
I have a smile
I wish for you to stay awhile.

there is no now
there is no then
I saw a pigeon
I saw a wren
I saw some branches
I sat down to breathe
frightened peacock approached me

I sing the song
I like to hear
a song that echoes
in a mermaids ear
joy is hope
pain is passion
moments spent in prone aggression

colors are bright
eyes will glimmer
the storm will pass
the leaves will shimmer
I have no courage
my will isn't pride
I meet the truth on the other side.

melanie 8/17/12

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