I once almost wed an invisible lad.
My mother and father were sure I was mad.
He gave me a lily, translucent and white
And he said, "I am here, only out of your sight."
We went strolling along in the bright boardwalk sun
He gave me a bear he'd invisibly won.
Oh, the hours I spent, as our courtship progressed
With my Mother and Dad and our "is-he-there?" guest.
And slowly (but quickly) with needle-sharp joy
I realized I loved the invisible boy.
So one night, I feigned a farewell at the door
And crept to my room to be with him some more.
And I didn't cry out, but I kissed him instead
When I felt the invisible boy in my bed.
And he kissed me right back, put my hands to his form
Unseen, but so beautifully, wonderfully warm.
But then-- such an awful confession to make!
It was then that I made my most mournful mistake.
As we lay there entwined in our twilight embrace,
I said, "Darling, I wish that could see your face."
Though I meant no offence and had no ill-intent,
The most meaningful meanings are often not meant.
He silently rose from my arms, and I then
Never saw my invisible lover again.
Long years I have spent, crossing all the world's span
But how does one find an invisible man?
So if you should meet, in your paths wide and free
A man you can sense and can touch, but can't see--
Perhaps contemptlating the heavens above him--
Would you, oh, would you please tell him... I love him?
Drowning Single Male seeks Lifeguard.
Questions left in cooling sand
Are swept away each morning,
Answered by the sea.
My weapon of choice is vocabulary.
Once upon a land called Umbra
There grew a shadow-tree
Casting cool and friendly darkness
For all the Shadow-folk to see.
It grew from earth as black as ink
With bark of silver-gray
You cannot domesticate sentences.
Believe me, I gave it a shot.
They're adorable when they're just fragments,
But complete, they're emphatically not.
They'll leave subjects all over...
You make sandcastle promises.
All stories are tiny stories.
(These just look really good on a tee-shirt.)