Fly

Close your eyes.
Open your wings.
Trust the wind.

Mind

fuzzy like the dust
in the air of the
attic, armies marching
through light.
Dream.
I think I don't understand.
Is something amiss?

How can you love like a
Cloudbursting with snow
Snows, beautiful and frozen
Deadly winds comb my
Face and hair

My life is powerful
I must work very hard at the things I love.
This is the fire that drives me.
I cannot live for you.
I cannot die for you,
At least not now.

I am ready.
My hair is like grass, long,
The greatness is in the beauty that
Can surround you
if you open up your eyes.

Sleep

The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my minds a flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frighting shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dreams give second sight
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep

~Charles Silvestri, a fellow dreamer

The Winner Takes it All

I don't want to talk about things we've gone through.
Though it's hurting me, now it's history.
I've played all my cards, and that's what you've done too.
Nothing more to say, no more ace to play.

The winner takes it all. The loser standing small
Beside the victory, that's her destiny.

I was in your arms, thinking I belonged there.
I figured it made sense, building me a fence,
Building me a home...thinking I'd be strong there.
But I was a fool, playing by the rules.

The gods may throw the dice,
Their minds as cold as ice.
And someone way down here loses someone dear.

The winner takes it all. The loser has to fall.
It's simple and it's plain. Why should I complain?

Tell me, does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you.
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you.
But what can I say?
Rules must be obeyed.

The judges will decide, the likes of me abide
Spectators of the show, always staying low.
The game is on again.
A lover or a friend?
A big thing or a small.
The winner takes it all.

I don't want to talk, if it makes you feel sad.
And I understand, you've come to shake my hand.
I apologize, if it makes you feel bad.
Seeing me so tense, no self-confidence.

But you see, the winner takes it all.
The game is on again,
A lover or a friend?
A big thing or a small...

~Bjorn Ulvaeus and Benny Andersson

Holy Sonnet

Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town to another due,
Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be lov'd fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy;
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
-John Donne