I was the little girl who used to fall and skin her knees
And then grew up and always seemed to skin her heart
“Don’t cry, doll.” My grandma’s words that I still hold to
As I’m drying my own tears
Time plays such soothing music while we dance to pass the
years
The fleeting words like windblown sand across the page
We swim through echoes making peace with other loves
And broken dreams with shards of truth, while holding onto
hopes
That hide like frightened children in the dark
You opened up the door that leads into your memories
Without a map you welcomed me inside
To wander through the narrow halls together
Some passions shared, some yet to be discovered
We looked behind the brick and mortar
Of these walls we’d built to shore up all the past
Illusions never vary - they are the things created
By a gentle hand that longs to hold the dream
I’ll let you in if you can promise you won’t see me
That you won’t notice all the dust
Or ask about the things that lurk in corners
Or that hide behind the drapes
Oh wait, I may still use that
What is that thing – the one beneath the sheet?
I’d forgotten all about it
But maybe it was really for the best
I can’t recall what I was thinking
When I offered you my wings
The rusty hinges atrophied and sore from lack of use
Or falling from the sky too many times
Perhaps I thought I’d never miss them
I half believe you may have thought the same
But nonetheless you took them
And up you flew while from the ground I watched
So glad for you but puzzled and bemused
Because somehow I’d always thought you’d take me
with you 
