Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Bird by Bird



There is a moment when you have written so much, that you don't know when you began anymore

When words race on in endless rows, commas and semi-colons bunch all together, nouns become verbs

Your eyes blur, your fingers cramp, and there will never be enough ink - never enough journal pages


That is how you are to me

All black lines and blue ink on Saturday morning


I would pen you down in all the blank white spaces,

Cover to cover

Line for line

Finish you off with a final pointed period

Make of you a bedtime story for children not born

Read the whole of you nightly and now


If I could, but I can't - so I'll wait


Scribbling along blank page beside page

Reading along as we write us down

I'm humming along to the chords you strike in me


I will write you as you come to me

Love you like you let me

Take you as I can


Look by look

Talk by talk

Bit by bit

Link by link

Touch by touch

Bird by bird


And that will be enough

Because you are.

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Wonderful. Clumsy. Purple. Smiling. Crazy. Blunt. Strong. Mermaid. Elf. Beyond Beautiful. Girly. Talkative. Passionate. Jane Austen. (Me - According to Ari) Gifted. Hot Pink. Kinda psychic. Spontaneous. My best friend. (Me - According to Claire.)