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If I had wings that I could fly…..

To find you

Know you

I could fly to the limits of my soul

To find you

Know you

Love you.

But I don’t have those wings….

That is why I pounce upon your every being when you are here.

With me.

That is when I know you.

Love you.

And you love me.

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Stay away from me

Please-

Let me be my essence- myself.

Let me find my world.

I don’t want to be a prisoner in yours.

I don’t want to be your chained pet.

I don’t want to wear a collar.

One, in which you decide the color.

I came here to fly to my dreams.

The moon I see when my eyes are closed. 

I wish I knew what lurks so far away.

Inside my deep celestial moon.

Deep in my heart

Her shadows play.

Plays with the beat I keep deep inside-

Will you find me?

Hiding- behind the light.

Are we connected as one?

My lunacy travels to the heart of those who see me.

You may never understand.

The distance I feel-

I walk away-pulled to the light of the moon.

Which shines bright above- guiding me further away from here-

I become one with the celestial essence.

My ninth life I will rise above this mundane existence. 

I will no longer walk in shadows-

I will shine bright like the light in the sky above.

Inside my deep celestial moon- we will rise above all of this.

You can look at any object and see beauty or ugliness- it depends on where you are at.

I’m a lucky cat. 

Someone saw the good in me.

There were so many others who could have been chosen for traits and talents I do not possess.

That’s life in the pound.  The uncertainty.  The fear.  The hope.

Yet this fool saw me and found me pretty enough.

I was foolish as well.

Grabbed up and feeling it was the end.

I scratched and clawed furiously.

Knowing-I would meet the end that happened to my friends.

My friends- they lie and wait behind barred cages. 

Sometimes, meows despair.

Waiting and hoping that someone will come for them.

I had never known kindness.

Nor had my friends.

Always caged in fear

The hands on us always meant the end.

Wednesday—the dreaded dawn.

        A judgement sentenced—worth or worthless.

Bad or good – Affectionate or annoying.

        Wednesday— the day we wonder-might I disappear forever like so many before.

         If, no one sees my light. 

If, no one finds me in my lonely cage. 

        Hiding behind the fear of not knowing -If this is the end of me.

        I would be your best friend- if you let me. Will you remember me?

No more light, no more hope.

I called to my friends.

   Foolish me found kindness

Among the fool who grabbed me.

  My foolish hope had led me

To a new life that I have found.

     But I mourn my friends

Their fate left in that pound.

Cry against the myth that our lives are nine.

Cry for my friends whose lives are but one.

Cry for the one who saved me from the end.

Cry for my friends whose love can be won.

There is no hope in being who I was.

I can never change the past. I can remember.

It’s just there like a faded photograph.

Time alters and changes to obscurity. 

The image loses its meaning.

Now is the miracle we will remember and the future calling to be fulfilled. 

Here and now is the only place that matters to me- ever.

It is the silver lining.

It is the flame that burns bright.

It is the excitement of a shooting star.

It is the magic that surpasses time.

It is the impossible that lurks behind your fondest wish.

It is the tasty mouse found in in the hole in the baseboard.

It is the meaning of everything that will ever be- or ever has been.

Only now matters-it’s all that is.

The pain was too much to bear.

So, I blew like a leaf in the wind.

Landing on something that felt real

So that I would not fly away from this earth.

Even though, it was all that I wanted to do.

My tears swell in the mist.

Time shatters all that I am.

All that I would have ever been.

Hope is like an eclipse that is just too far to see.

Unreachable- 

I only ask to be who I was.

Pure in essence.

With a dream that matters.

To be myself-once again. 

Rare is the chance one looks upon a miracle.

Even rarer that miracle looks upon you.

A hopeless chance

Can become a turn of grace.