Moonlit Jazz

how the chill can creep
slowly touching everything
inviting and sweet

has it been that long
so many yesterdays ago
we smiled with mischief
we laughed with delight
never caught without a plan
has it been that long
nights faded to memories
we whispered to the stars
we sang our secrets to the breeze
letting go so easily
has it been that long
dreams skipped aside
we pushed away
we turned our eyes
onward to different paths
has it been so long
so forgotten
we’ve hardly noticed?

I don’t know what it is, but I get so brain drained after work. I don’t want to write about work and I don’t want to write about anything else. So I don’t. And I become quite neglectful of my LJ and my blog. Except for the poem writing. Hmmm.

I could so take a nap right now.

Oh wait, I did have something to say!

I have an interview on Friday morning. And because it’s in the morning, I’m calling in sick. SHHHHHH! I would ask for the day off, but I’m afraid of getting rejected, so I’m going to just call in. Sad, eh? The position is for secretary at Heritage High School, which is about 20 minutes or so from here. I hope. LOL! Anyhoo, it’s still much closer than 45-55 minutes from here, which is what the current job is. Bah!

Oh, family drama. One of my aunts is being selfish and crazy. Not so surprising. It’s not aimed at me, thank goodness. Not that I ever get into all that family drama crap. It’s such a waste of time! It’s just a shame that my aunt is such a princess about things when she has no right at all. Oh well!

Mark Mulder signed with the St. Louis Cardinals for two years. Yippee!!! I don’t have to buy a new jersey for at least two more seasons. Yah! 😀 I’m happy for him, of course. And I knew he was going to stay with the Cards. 😀

spiraling up then down
fighting for a grip
breathing too fast
not enough air
the light too bright
plunging too fast
down into darkness
embracing silence

Dry flowers
Originally uploaded by walelia.

Still pretty…

pretend it’s roses
sunshine bright
breeze so cool
life’s delight
pretend it’s lovely
walking alone
something like solitude
a road without stones
pretend it’s wonderful
untouched and free
reveling in beauty
in life without me

would I fall to your feet
overcome and incomplete
swept of my senses
stripped of my defenses
would I stand too far
untouched in my heart
unwilling to speak
inside so weak
would I take that leap
with the price so steep
barren of my dreams
gliding swift in a stream