Erica M L

I want to be.
I want to be so many things.
I want to take what life brings,

pinch it up with my fingers and smell the sweet scent of lilac

I want to walk on the edge of a forest
And ponder the ancient mist beyond the trees

I want to be...


I want to be a writer.
I want my words to spin melodies into hundreds of minds
That I will never meet.

And they will know me.

My words will build cathedrals and raise empires
My sentences will rustle the leaves of trees as it rains...
Returning the passion from whence it came.

As a child watches behind a window pane
and reads.
My words.
My refrain.

My words will break walls with thunderous protest
They will steal breath from lips and beat strong in your chest

They will blow like a lonely newspaper in a city alleyway...
and bring the people together anyway.

They will cherish, nurture, rise and decay
slip through cracks in the pavement... grow: find a way.

And I want to destroy their shackles, watch them blow to the wind
whirl into the night sky like starlight on skin.

I want to set them to liberty.
Oh... finally free...
To the starlight they whisper.

I want to be.


And I wish for these dreams.

settle my head on my folded hands and sleep
watching them swirl in a honey jar.

Glittering dust.... each grain is a star
That glows ever so faintly in the velvety night. The summer breeze brings
roses scent in its plight

and the cool waft of ice
and the warm smell of a very old book that was worth it to write.

The jar twinkles in my sight.
I am growing weary watching the dreams softly
curl and swell. Rise and fall like steam...

Faintly... I can almost hear a million voices scream.
And echo right back into me.

I want to be...
I want to seize what living brings to me
A timeless fruit from a forbidden tree
would taste so sweet of melodies.

Yet here I shall be. I softly weep.
Just me... and my quiet jar of dreams.

It glows in the night as I fall asleep
and time takes all I could keep.

I drift away... ever softly sweet.
Roses and pages and icy sheets

voices echo the rafters and don't awaken me...

I want to be.

I wanted to be...

If your heart was a diamond, perfect and clear
glittering gleaming like a broken heart's tear
If lust was coal, dusty and black
would it make you realize you want to come back?

If music was woven with golden thread
Soft... like the locks lay upon your head
I would listen all day... and through the night
I would play it once more to make things right

For if poems and words were always the truth
And were spun into realities as beautiful as you
My creation would be worth the time that it takes
and the toll that it makes

on me

For days are like mountains and years are like hills
And the tears are the rivers that turn all the mills
Though they bring sadness and though they bring pain
Has one seen a rainbow without any rain?

Though things cannot last, still nothing can die
It is a circle broken with only goodbyes
An echo in silence... a wonder we forgot
The weeping of a willow was all for not.

One less second is no concern of mine
But one may wonder where goes that time...
You can think it like this, you can think it like that.
Will the thinking bring those moments back?

It has been so long, moments have wasted!
fruits of love I have never tasted
rot on the ground, but will grow towards the sky!
It is the endless circle broken only with goodbye

crumbling in my hands, the hopes of a past
leaving believing that all this could last
soil turns to sand and then sand into dust
and blows away in the wind... something bigger than us

this greater purpose... this greater end
can be seen in every sunrise! Every heart of a friend
coal into diamond, and diamond to rust
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust!

So be it if words are spun into lies
it is all just the circle broken with these goodbyes
in the end... dreams will come and others will rust
it is Ashes to Ashes

and Dust to Dust!