12 November 2009

Of Myself



My dreams are so big
that sometimes they come spilling out-
and beg to find a comfy nook to curl up in.
Nice and warm,
a nice place for waiting until the day
that I can actually allow them to take root in my mind-
twisting and winding round the edges of my consciousness.

But until that day-
I'll package them up,
in the familiar pages of a well-worn book
where they shall be kept nice and safe,
their magic strengthened by far-off adventures
in Wonderland, Pemberly, & Neverland.

And on particularly dreary days-
when I chance to look upon them,
they shall see
that we are woven together
like the notes of a perfect aria,
which is more than Alice, Lizzie, or Peter
could ever wish for.


*photographer unknown

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2 Comments:

Blogger Meg Fee said...

gorgeous. i feel this way more often than not, so thanks for putting it into words.

and life is one hell of a bloody confusing journey. but that's the exciting part, right? that's what i try to keep telling myself to make it a little more bearable!

December 3, 2009 at 9:06 AM  
Blogger SarahRachel said...

You know, you are an amazing writer. Just sayin.. :)
I love you!

December 8, 2009 at 1:17 AM  

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