Droids

Searching, through alleys
And locked doors
You don't check behind it
Moving along
You feel like you'll search
Forever
and never come close
Grasping air, wisps of hyperspace
The ones you do find
Aren't the Droids you're looking for.

Robot

I'm losing my slight grip on myself
Melting at my seams
I'm not sure when the Crack appeared
nevertheless it did
it grows bigger almost everyday
soon I won't remember my name
soon I'll be just like the rest
A Robot
Oiled and kept shiny for patrons
Mindless to all but work
Soon I will enter their ranks
be sucked down into the bottomless pit
Try as I might to rise above
My foot is caught in the sinkhole
The wool that covers me is white.

Happiness

Happiness is the hardest emotion to catch in words
Even harder to catch than those Droids you were looking for.

Happiness is harder to find than the end of the rainbow
always one step ahead
if you look to hard you miss it.
like losing your keys, to find out they're in your hand

when you find it, dont let go
as elusive as a black unicorn
hold on, but not too tightly
happiness is skiddish

Benjamin found his happiness in Cheryl
may they live long and prosper

Faded

And so, she fades
Slowly, right before you eyes
Melting into the wallpaper
Becoming one with the parchment
No one notices her anymore
She was the last to see herself
Before she wilted
Soon she will be completly paper
Curling at the edges
and yellowing with age
Then someone will tear her down
Or paint over her
And she will be no more

Whiskered Roses

It's different for you
Than it is for someone else
For them it might be
Raindrops on kittens
Or whiskers on a rose
And you think they've got it backwards
But perhaps
They have just stepped out
Of the box that contains
Your imagination

Cocoon

Shrouded in wisps of white
All seems well
But He cannot see beyond

Under Her self made cocoon
She is weeping

Sometimes softly, light as mist
Sometimes torrential, copiously drenching
Her skin.

He cannot see under Her wraps
Not wanting Him to see Her weep
She hides from His gaze.

He makes His way under Her shield.
Small holes appearing in Her cocoon.
Speckles of light sprinkling through.

He has made Her happy.
And Her face warms.

Rivers

The River is free
Running over the rocks,
Over the sand and twigs
Flooding up over banks
Everything becomes soggy

I wish I could run like the River
When I encounter rocks
I trip-nothing graceful
Or babbling about that.
The sand I walk across
Is littered with glass

The only thing we have in common
Is when the River floods
Rises up over the banks
And everything is soggy

My eyes do that.