
Glue she never knew
She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be
Z

Glue she never knew
She forgot she believed
she was going to leave
There was a place somewhere
waiting to be her true destiny
But, the glue she never knew
was underneath her feet—
has left her stuck no longer trying
to be where she could be
Z

The Smile I Found
A smile came to me
on the other side of the trees
after I flew over the stony wall
today, in a daydream
Thank you, dear pilot
for taking me in your helicopter
to meet a special tour guide
I thought I always knew
We walked about and explored
the colors I’d never seen
until the pilot shouted
C’mon, we must leave
I looked back, as I ran—
so scared I wouldn’t remember
the details of my tour guide’s face
Then, I received an indelible smile
to carry away from my new favorite place
Both my last blog post called Puddle of Gold and today’s came from weird, awesome dreams I have been having. I love when I manage to remember and, hopefully, write down my dreams. Like the face of the tour guide, I often find many details of my dreams to be a bit blurry, but not all of them. Also, I was thinking about the difficulty I can have remembering the face of I person I find intriguing, not long after we have met. I am going to keep trying to remember my dreams.
Z
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