Poem For Becky

i wrote this today as part of a writing project. (becky & roya...you know the one. *winks*)

#5 for Becky

• smile a star darling
• cry a river
• don't wait
• don't wait for me
• if you knew
• the light that you hold
• the life that you sometimes scorn
• is made all the more precious
• by its impermanence
• no more need to say "i love you"
• than to say i'm alive
• it is a thing too obvious
• to need stating.

 you are
 the fairytale of a lifetime, dear
 getting drunk on the moon
 like you could squeeze
 the stories out of cement
 and the feeling
 from behind a dozen eyelash jails.
 words claw from inside my ears
 as they listen to 
 your magical voice beg them
 to dance, and they have never had
 more fun.

 the girl with the angel voice
 and furrowed brow as she reads
 her fingers hold on to the paper
 I can see that her knuckles are white
 she tells tales of ugly girls
 and ghost boys who aren't there
 at times she grows quiet
 as if giving us time to let it sink in
 just when we think it's over
 the voice that has us in a trance
 begins again, telling how
 the heroine rescues her knight from his tower
 her voice is soothing, and it calms me
 it calms me like a beautiful lullabye
 but I'm resisting the urge to sleep
 I want to soak up every word she says

 Drip, drip, drip
 was the water before us
 splash, ripple, change
 was what we created
 the stones formed indentations on our bare legs
 and there were no mesquiots as our fingertips
 bent to touch the water.
 the circles from the stones we threw
 opened our minds and hearts and mouths
 and we became more
 than two girls by a creek
 mesmerized with patterns
 we were the patterns.
 'life' she said
 ' what about it?' i answered
 and we continue to sit in silence.
 'so.....'
 'so.......'
 and we smile.
 'what embarasses you?'
 and i blush
 we laugh
 the circles continue through the water
 and sand 
 and into our minds
 coming back to before.
 we've grown since then and we know it
 where do the circles stop?

-franny