“Can’t seem to do a thing today
Can’t read, can’t write;
My head is all over the place –
Everywhere but here –
It doesn’t seem right.
And I think and dream
The sunlight doesn’t stop me,
Quite the opposite,
It’s the summer brightness
That keeps my daydream alive
With endless possibilities
That warm and delight
My helpless wishful heart.”
Ana.
Originally posted: August 24, 2016
“I have yet to set the record straight,
I am yet to start this year on a clean slate,
For my ideas are still an outrageous mess,
More used to longing than creating happiness.
I sit and wait for words to find me,
After years staring at a blank page,
I confess that not much has changed
In the process of yearning for nice poetry.
It is on rainy days like this that my dreams
Are nor a friend nor foe, for I have but a glimpse
Of the ideas waiting to be real instead of a wish
Written in long forgotten pages just like this.
My diaries are full to the brim,
I write on them on a whim,
After all, who would I be without
The words that have been with me through it all?”
Ana
“How many years have I to wish
Upon the wishing well
I keep on filling up with tales
Of long-lost stories and broken fairytales?
How many years have I been wishing
Upon the wishing well
For a better future, for a brighter star
That for me would shine on the night sky?
How many years of my life will I spend
Wishing and dreaming,
Hoping and praying,
To be happy with whom I am becoming?
How many years, how many times,
How many tears, how many nights,
Have I spent wishing on the wishing well,
Unable to wish for more than my heart could tell?”
Ana
“Sunday morning and I look for words
In all the wrong places, out of worlds
To explore and create with the tip of my pen,
The only way I can ask time to bend.
I am out of my mind looking for wonderland,
Where nothing is what it seems as I open my hand
And wait for all the beautiful stories to land
Right in my palm for they know I understand.
I know the twists and turns of life –
The hug that turns into eyes as cold as ice,
The shoulder that, on it, no longer, let’s you cry,
The warm hand that now pushes you away at night.
All stories are unique but they all wish,
Under the same moon, under the same sky,
For a star to listen and not diminish
What their heart hopes for, every night…”
Ana
“Songs are playing on the radio
Chiming jolly carols on stereo,
Whilst the lights in the tree twinkle
And people on the street mingle.
Greeting the festive season
We laugh without reason,
Hoping for more than a wish
To come true, in our wishful thinking.
I don’t do much more than day dreaming,
Just another typical day in the story I am living,
But I wish you a Christmas as merry as it can be
So you can rest the weight of the world and simply be.”
Ana
“Can you see the blues and the whites
And all the pinks in the sky?
Purples and lilacs with steady might
Set to marvel every eye?
To the sunset’s palette, rules do not apply –
A wide canvas full of strokes of colours,
Perfectly called golden hour,
Thanks the day and welcomes the night.
The stars will follow after the fade out,
Lovingly setting dreams in the hands of fate,
And with the moon they will orchestrate
A delightful invitation for wishes to spread out.”
Ana
“I would tell you my dreams
But I’m not very convincing –
If I could deceive you, I would,
But if I lied, you would know.
I would tell you my dreams
If I could, for once, diminish
How important they are for me,
How much, for them, upon a star, I wish.
I would tell you my dreams
But the truth will not do,
I know this much about you
I too would doubt it, if I were you.
I can’t tell you my dreams
For I would have to conceive
How the shape of you appears,
With the dandelions, floating in the wind.
I can’t possibly risk the truth out of my lips,
So then you could do as you solemnly wish,
For if you leaved you would take a piece of me with you,
Erasing the dream with the same wind that shaped you.”
Ana
“I spy with my little eye
The good in you and I
As I try with all my might
To magnify it, day and night.
Can you tell me I am right
To hope for a future as vast as the sky?
Sun at day, stars at night,
Despite the rain, it would always be bright?
I know I dream too much when I’m awake;
I hope you don’t find the stars in my eyes too strange,
But the endless possibilities are what lift me up
On days I struggle the most to get up.
So I try to believe in the goodness of your heart,
I swear I could listen to it beat for a lifetime…
For now, all I can do is whisper your name upon a star
That falls, just like I do for you, across the night sky…”
Ana
“As dandelions fly
With the summer breeze,
I bid your eyes goodbye
For mine can’t but lie.
As dandelions disappear
In the summer night,
I vanish in thin air –
The magician’s greatest act.
If you whispered your dreams
To the dandelions you gifted to the wind,
Will I come back forevermore
Or will I see you no more?”
Ana.
“I think I’ve found a hole
In the middle of my soul –
It’s urgent for me to mend it,
But I can’t seem to find a way to fix it.
I revolve everything I can find,
Searching for some golden threads
I could use to sew it back together,
With every new stich, a new rhyme.
An embroidery of hope I would treasure,
My own light at the end of the tunnel,
But until then, I’m left alone to wonder:
Even though it’s still cold now,
Can a wishing well dry out?”
Ana.
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