Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

dreaming of better tomorrows 

 

i'm a girl of many endings

don't know which

one is meant for me,

and i wish i could find this 

prince 

who is supposed to help me but 

i only end up kissing frogs;

surely there is someone that understands

the madness of my soul,

and someone whose dreams i can

nuture and who will nuture

mine;

or is my heart too heavy to carry

for anyone

i've never seen the beauty of scars more than i

do now

because they show our failures in our journey

that could not kill us

emotionally or physically or spiritually

or all three combined—

someone save me from these seas of introspection

i am love sick,

and there are so many kissing couples

fondly dancing around me;

i am happy for them but there is a twinge of

jealousy that feeling of what about me?

as i sit here forgotten

dreaming of better tomorrows.

one day 

 

once you called me your

little lotus flower,

but i'm tired of kissing frogs;

i came close to 

kissing another one,

why would you make a mockery of

me?

don't you know there is power

to our words?

call me your lily of the valley

or your thorned rose,

but don't promise me a lifetime of

kissing frogs in ponds;

i want to meet my forever and i want

him to meet me,

and i don't think we're going to meet

in a pond and if we do i'll

eat these words;

but give me a crown of flowers

let me dance in the fields and meadows

with fae and faun

and explore the night with vampyre and werewolf

kiss the stars and the rivers and the trees

with nymphs and satyrs—

one day on one of my adventures of wildness and

whimsy there will be a man whose eyes won't

let me escape no matter how hard i run,

and he'll only have to call my 

name and i'll be his;

and together we will be one achieving our dreams

together and apart.

give me a lover

 

with long hair that loves to dance and who

kisses danger with a welcome smile

whose eyes will burn me

so i must rise from my ashes again,

and let him be the one

that saves me

from my own self-destruction;

the only one that can make me snap out of

whimsy and wilderness should there

be occasion that i should—

give me a lover

who understands my soul and whose soul

i can commune with openly

even if words are never shed because sometimes

silences are the deepest words of all,

and let him love me for him and i for him

let no ocean part us—

give me a lover that is handsome not only in looks

but in his soul

who can tell me when i'm wrong without

offending me,

and who i can respond to in the same manner;

give me a lover that loves to sing

whose songs will awaken in me dreams long forgotten

so i can remember who i'm supposed to be

and who recalls me even when i can't remember

myself so that i'm never left alone—

give me a lover with a sense of humor so i can always

laugh even when darkness dances in like a cloud,

whose strong shoulders who can hold 

me when the tears fall

and whose weakness can allow me the strength

to love him all the more;

let us love as no one has ever loved and no one

will ever love again

my heart is a passionate thing that scares the hell out of me

let him be just as passionate about things that matter

and let him tame the insanity of this tempest

inside i cannot stop,

and give me a lover who i can love

so we can save one another

when the world around us crashes and burns whose bones

are strong enough to house my dreams and mine his,

and let this lover be the last one; the one to claim me forever as

his own.