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Where I Go

by

Ribbon

Where I go
Crossing a green meadow,
were tall trees hold the wind
in their branches.
What is beyond the meadow few have seen.
Only the minds of the true dreamer
venture here.
Streaks of pure sun warm my face,
as I look ahead
to what awaits me.
A silver net sways and sparkles
in the ever present breeze.
I await my time there as I stare into it.
I see the shadowy figures against the sun.
They are waiting for me.
If it has been a minute or an hour,
I'm not sure.
As the net pulls me in
the sun is warmer.


The Unknown

by

Ribbon

Life is a crimson rose.
Swaying with the warm breeze
in heaven's garden.
Adorned with fragile silk petals
and gentle green leaves.
It's comforting beauty
calls to you.
Then the protective thorns,
like hidden daggers,
find your hands.
"Don't get too close!"
they silently warn.
They scratch you leaving you wounded
in it's mystery.
Never to be expected or understood.
One day it blooms,
shining light upon your soul.
Then strangley it withers,
cold,
gray,
gone.


Shadows

by

Ribbon

Shadows all around me,
whispering.
Soft shades of blue and gray,
hovering,
moving slowly.
Watching me,
with cold unblinking eyes.
I try to yell out.
nothing
Like a black curtain the dark swallows me.
nothing
I'm lost in a sea of sadness,
a crystal in space.
lost
forever.


Growing Up

by

Ribbon

Playing together
with our dolls.
Bumping noses in the halls.
All these things
come and go.
They are things
we used to know.
Now they dwell in our past,
but memories
were made to last.
We used to climb high on the trees,
fall from heights and scrape our knees.
The hard times we always shared
when I thought
no one cared.
You were my sister,
pal, and freind.
My broken hearts
you helped me mend.
I thought we'd never have to part.
Now you're the one
who broke my heart.
You've put away the dolls and toys.
Oh, why did you have to discover boys?