the sky danced

the sky danced over her head
while she was slow to sleep
the dreams inside her brain
replayed the old refrain

you are what you think
but the dreams as love treasures
happen to be thrown off the ship
and while she slept, did sink

no need to recover the love
that is now just a twinkle shine
in her eyes, not saying now
he is mine- serpentine, elephantine

the dreams we kept as secret
pockets filled with packets of sugar
and smucker's strawberry jam
while we held hands

and never did care if the pockets
in my old green coat got stained
with strawberry jam--it's the way
we had to explore what is sweet

always ends on a sour note
tactile memory save us
from walking down the lane
that promises buckets of sunshine

yet only through blurry eyes receives
raucous pained slices- raw redolent rain
we move through meadows
full well knowing

soon this sour crisis
will be restored--
god, it's snowing

parallel worlds meet
at the apex of last fall
and the summer of this hot july

it's not the lying that got me
beside myself
it's just the fact
that he thought he could
keep getting away with it

but that too shall pass
in the boom of coming about
the alteration of the sails

it's been a long strange trip
this journey with home made wings
sails double as wedding dresses
not worn to impress guests-

but wrapped around
the shoulders of little girls,
in attics who dream

kate lamberg
(c) july 1, '14