Lambchop.

SHE lays in HER bed.

in a dark room.

with HER bedside lamp on, looking up at the ceiling.

SHE turns HER face to the light.

and sees HER childhood best friend laying there.

Lifeless.

Or so she appears to be.

Stripes Of Light

I was going through some old documents and found something I wrote a little over 3 years ago. It was inspired by the kind of nights when the moon is so bright that it seems to shine more magnificently than the sun - and creeps its way through the blinds covering your window leaving its sparkling magic in the dark room you sleep in.

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Stripes Of Light

January 22, 2008 (7:44 PM)

Glinda:

The contrast of her hallo against the resonant inky sky makes her much different from any twinkling light in the night. An isolated heavenly glow, her orb, her bubble so radiant;

As she pierces her peacefulness across the sky’s ocean – she shares her beauty with the world. 

And on this night, she seems to secretly share her beauty with only me.

The moon and I – in conversation.

“She gives; I get, without giving anything to me”

Emerald City: 

As the soul of her luminosity breathes out through the atmosphere towards me: 

It kisses the blinds of my window 

And squeezes through the gaps of space (cracks of life) – to reach me.

It snows my face with stripes of light.

Stripes of light.

Disjoined evenly - my face is separated with dark and light stripes. 

Several times – forming a puzzle.

She speaks to me through this light, and experiences me through the darkness. 

Her light like a prism of beliefs, wisdom and hope hitting my face – birthing a colorful spectrum.

A rainbow. An emerald city of rainbows, darkness and light.

But as a light stripe from this prism blinds my sight as I gently lift open my eyes:

I endeavor a bright path from her prism of color - tinted yellow…

Yellow Brick Road:

I look up at the moon and know what I must do.

“No time to turn at beauty’s glance and watch her feet, how they can Dance”

I stand in the ruby stripe of light on my floor beside me and place each foot in unison with a stone

Walking towards a fate unknown

The map will unfold she followed & led me – in time

Wicked Witch of the West:

And so the moon told me:

“Time can be wicked if taken for granted. Don’t hurt others with trying to fast forward it, or don’t hurt yourself trying to rewind it. Walk through every moment of everyday - No need to sit and ponder – act on your heart and know that as you do I will be with you as you follow the yellow brick road.”

Scarecrow:

So as I step into a dream and the night stripes of light begin to fade:

A new light shines on my window pane.

The morning moon stripes my room with gold, peace and opportunity.

Everything glazed in a gold luminous hallo.

A morning stripe to bright my day – I continue to follow the yellow brick road.

And as I step outside from the colorful emerald city that is now my home-

I see the world and a golden field.

Black fleeing crows aviate through the prosperous sky 

Zooming up in the sky! And as I watch their direction unfold, they reach their pot of gold-their end:

My very window pane. 

I look closely back at the meadow and see a figure hoisted on a pedestal.

HE seems to be full of fresh valuable hay… 

I look down at my feet and see the golden stones I walk on.

I look up…

And say:

Dorothy:

“If I never loved, I never would have cried” I then take a breath – and close my eyes.