dreamlike

i eat the wings and you ask me where i am going.
to fly, i say.
of course, of course, of course.
you nod and laugh a little to yourself. don’t believe me when i tell you i saw a dragon at the edge of my room the other night.

here in the hallway, the ivories break music, and i dance all night long.
move from the devil to every beautiful angel.
hold hands with wolves that could bite off my fingers, and you wake me from my dream to tell me:
if you sit with your head in heaven,
you’ll never want to come back to earth.
i smile: that is the point, is it not?

i’m surviving this place by not being in it.
in glowing glaciers, i can make the moon be my baby doll
and i hold her! she does not hold me.
in switzerland, canada does not speak loudly. i can hide away from the broken hearts i left behind.
i can be rose buds in window panes. i can love differently.

somewhere, sometime, people thought the tree became too big to climb,
and how funny to believe such a thing?
when i was a little girl, i used to get confused
between tomatoes and potatoes.
which one is which? which one does mom need for supper?

in this world, the small little difference can change everything.
if i bleed in purple, i’m beautiful.
if i learn to sing better, the people will listen.
if i climb the tree again, i’ll learn how to be the bird. if i jump on the clouds, i’ll never come down. and wow, i hope i never come down.