for lila
the trailing chirps from a cricket
floating downstream
on a lilypad
on perfectly clear water
and the ripples that meander
around him
the drops that jump
and all the motion
is my ghost
and i'm scared to stop
and look around
yet i smile reverently for myself
and for you
as we frame every scene
and still somehow manage to
admire all that is ugly
there is no waiting in happiness
and no stillness in truth
it is not necessary to be useless
but not useless to be sad
i feel the swing vividly
and choose courage
we are not just a fragment of
a whole
we are the whole thing
even if we're constant grievers
when i move
and when i'm still
i know which to do and when
because i receive directions
from deep in my guts
straight from
one of many
divine wells
maybe we keep bleeding
for the warmth
or maybe we do it
because our curse is our poor memories
we forget we're alive
we forget our bodies are finite
so let's tenderly rip apart passion and love
and deeds undone
now we're builders
you and i, sweet angel
© Copyright Miss Carly Marie 2008-2012
"your heart can't grieve what your mind can't see/
still, you were my favourite moment of our dead century"
-tv on the radio
