My love is a big red balloon
expansive, playful, bouncing on your heart
You can prick the illusion in an instant
and all I would be left with is the sound of heartbreak.
My happiness is the shimmer rising above the desert heat
glossy, ephemeral, reflecting the rainbow of my smile
It is a mirage in the parched sands of pain
an oasis of joy, unseen for but a moment.
My sadness is the color of parchment paper
opaque, confusing, suffocating
If I punch holes in it, I can see the other side
the brightness of the sky, the crisp air.
My peace is the face of a blossom in winter snow
unexpected, tenuous, resilient
It keeps breaking through the cynical ground
of longing and unfulfilled desires.
My hope is the warm sea breeze
soft, refreshing, wondrous
Cushioning me in its embrace
and leaving me in awe of its gentle power.
Friday, November 25, 2011
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