sweet little pixy
from the lines of a book
with heart shaped key
and fairy tale looks
I can’t believe
she’s waiting for me
I see she’s been busy
arranging things
“have you come to life
or mine become dreams?”
she takes my hand
holds it to her belly
pulls me to the river
into the waterfall and
never never land…
I gratefully hold on
warm foam rushes down
sweeping through me
breaking our grip
pulling me under
but brave little Tink
takes the lead
dancing on light beams
she swoops in smoothly
jerking me up and away
lays me down softly
she pounds my chest hard
and by the grace of god
somehow starts my heart…
“am I still a lost boy”,
I ask looking around
she scratches her head
between water mist blinks
with a sly, teasing smile
answers and winks
“no silly man”
she says without sound
“look deep in my eyes….
don’t you know
when you’re found”
Runnells, Iowa ‘09
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