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The brevity of life astounds me
As I question everything with a burning need
Must it all be ordinary, so dull and transient?
What is missing, what am I trying to feed?
And as I work through my day, in mindless ways
I find myself drawing the shape of my heart
Sketching it into the powdery dust of my dresser top
A fleeting piece of art
Following my fingertips in this chosen medium
Watching them turn dirty and gray
I realize I’m contemplating the tedium
And the meaning of my life, my mission,
As I play
It's love, I know
It’s all I am and can be
It’s all there is or ever was
Love is in everything I see
And like my dusty childlike scribbles
It can be made and wiped away, in seconds blown apart
I'd much prefer my love, tattooed in ink
Forever on the heart
©Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015
I grew up
as the day disappeared into the black of night
As love became a senseless fight
I grew up
and left my innocence behind
In a pink-lined box
where a tiny ballerina twirled
to a little girls song
While my dreams went to sleep there
Tangled and twisting
like the ribbons in my hair
And I smiled like I didn’t care
I grew up
when I shut that lid
and bent her in two,
silencing the dance
Discarded bands of gold and letters of old
Proof that I took a chance
I grew up
when it was lost and never found
That box with velvet walls
that collected all my climbs and falls
I grew up when it disappeared
with remnants of a different me locked away
Transformed by grief
And yet the same,
I grew up that day
© 2015 Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel
Form:
Row me out Captain
to our secret room
Steal me far from shore
Let me sit tight against you
Bathe with me in this gold-flecked light forevermore
I’ll trail my fingers through the warm silk of the water beneath
While we glide silently towards the edge
of the woods velvety deep
Where whispers of our embraces lie hidden
The moss covered banks imprinted
with the secrets we keep
Row me out Captain
Dip your oars into the watercolors of my soul
Take me away, give me wings
Let me float among the lilies sweet perfume
Watch with me the sun,descend and surrender
Help me always remember
This time, this space
Set adrift in the center
Of this
Our secret room
© Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel