Saturday, August 10, 2013

poetry from "Shards" collection: Ballerina Music Box

I wanted to be that glass ballerina there,
In the music box, with real human hair.
She spins the moment you open up
and the notes sing us to sleep.
I could stand watch while you dream,
I remain on point  in case you should scream.
Awake at midnight when the shadows
flit across your room.

If I could be that toy
I could be your lullaby.
If I could be that dancer
You could never tell me goodbye.
I shall never judge
I shall never say a thing
And I have faith you will never
break me.

I wanted to be something with tiny gears
That you could turn on for your ears
Around bedtime when lullabies are crucial
For you to find your sleep.
I could stand watch while you dream,
I remain on point  in case you should scream.
Awake at midnight when the shadows
flit across your room.

If I could be yours
I could be your lullaby.
If I could be that dancer
Yours until you would find
Something new to love
Something new to keep
I always had faith  you would
break me.

Am I so easily discarded?
Am I so easily discarded?