my heart

the little girl on the curb she sat spirit broken her heart so flat dont look at me her silent cries as she averted people's eye...

i still have the ability to see the possibility perhaps that something good could be where sadness stood

there was an island in a moat couldnt sink couldnt float did not know its left from right couldnt tell the day from night  

he stood at the door which way to turn back to the dark or forward to learn used to the night with landscape so bleak or go to the sun...

although im lean and lanky today im feeling cranky cant stand to be a grouch wanna lose this ouch       

her feet travelled where they stepped before and each footprint led to an open door another walk on a sunny beach no clouds in sight ...

the little girl sat, with consternation staring at the constellation wondering, where, how far was her shining star to take her far fro...