Nicole Racca

See you in a dream. Feathers tucked to your sides. There in a tree, hazel eyes flicker in my direction. See your lights parked outside. Caught up in the race with time. Lights blinking. Feelings pour out into an open sea. Into more of me. Dancing like a dream. I trust, and I know it’s never over. Rain pours again. It’s getting hard to be someone. Hold my bags, even if they won’t understand. Less is plenty, more is many. Isn’t that what Yeat said? Whispered into echoes through hollow paper chambers in my short term memory. If not for you, I’d never blur my vision again. And in the night I’ll remember the day. Whispering a lovely thank you into the darkness.

A late night look into a window, one where you see disco lights down allies. I can sense a fog lifting. It can't come fast enough. When will it be my time, or has my time already gone unnoticed ? Carry me home, but you can't and you won't. I'm scared of two islands. I know we have places to be. Smiles to share. Looking back in shame at some (3) scribbles from my heart. I can't even laugh at them. What began as dreams built on toy blocks and a few glances. Carry on. My fingers fit into the grooves of my face. Push it around and play with it like putty. Massage it as I will. Tear apart it's pain 'til it droops and goes numb. Far away from here I'll find you. Glistening as to ward off my fears. My falling face can piece itself together. Do not judge me then. Do not judge me now. Love me as friend.