a little bit of my heart

a little bit of my heart

A Poem by fuschia flay

A little bit of my heart  7/19/08

 

I don’t even know how

This happens sometimes

But I know where I am

When I thought

It was all but good and gone

The stars came out again

In my living room

And on my mind

Welcome stranger

Potential friend

Incredible connection

And there is no end

No end in sight

All of the memories

Now dissipated

Now resolute

Give me just a little bit

Of justice

Make me think of mine

Inclined and smooth

Lines converging

I love that

I just do

Making it easy

Making it now

How so much

I want to be with you

Break down the numbers

Negative space

Readjusted

Such a pretty picture

You are

Something

Something I didn’t intend

Ready to let that in

What you are

Or aren’t

Is exactly perfect

Knowing there is no

Perfection

Only contentment

Satisfaction

Which is enough

Which is everything

Is was and will be

Waking up

With the taste of you

On my lips

Oh yeah

That was only a dream

But what a sweet dream

And dreams

Can become reality

If you’re lucky

If one day you can find home

With another’s heart

How beautiful

In-between

All you thought you knew

Becomes new

And you resign yourself

To the design

That beckons you

To come along

Share a journey

That is stronger still

That you want

Want another person

Compliment to yourself

Completion of intention

Shake off the doubt

And roll with this

Begin this

Beautiful and wide

Long and winding

The road ahead

Ready and willing

I have no words left to say

Only that this day

Is such a flood of

All the wishes

That I had not even thought

And that the hope

Continues

Holds you

Makes for vision

That clears

With the next

Step

© 2008 fuschia flay


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INDIANAPOLIS, IN



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A Poem by fuschia flay