Canyons

There was no end to our sadness

and madness

He sees what he sees what I see what he sees

Showed me the world only to find

That it wasn’t big enough

For the two of us

He wants to control me
Like holding hands with water
Slipping through
Rocks of time
Like traces
Of sweet and bitter moments
In memory
My gypsy feet
Pitter-pattering the ground
Capturing moments of gold and yellow sapphire
Because I was born cursed with beautiful joy
I dance on water
Like light sparkling on waves
Glimmering
over the standards of men
The facade of the other
I know the secret purpose of the small stream
Not yet river or ocean
She lives to prove her strength
To herself

She looks upon mountains

And sees canyons in her mind