You'd Take Half a Teaspoonful

The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I let myself get that way.
That is not me.

It may not be as simple as it sounds
but Nicole,

toss your head and get on with it.
There's only so much time in the world for melancholy, and even less if you intend to come out of hardship better, not bitter.



They said I sparkled.

Memories choose you, there is no blocking them out whichever way they lead,
but you can choose which to hold closest.

Gentle On Your Shoulders

It is heavy tonight, again. Whatever happened to the girl who stepped so blithe up the stairway, across the hall and - into a never-forgotten world? For it does seem familiar, like a song I've danced to a hundred times.

Only, how do you navigate when the signs are hazy and the way is dim?

When she hides her light not knowing why she does it

Oh the sun is bright but she's too close to it

While inside hope flickers like the end of a dream.

So while I was away

What else did I miss?

Would you choose life, dearest, in a snowglobe here

Where probing voices melt away

And snowflakes ever fall

gentle on your shoulders

Knowing what is gone may not be again, but nothing is certain in a world never-forgotten.

Otherwise I would still know the way, and still understand the signs.

Subdued frailty. That's how it feels.

I couldn't bear to hurt another, so I hid myself away.

And now it's so plain

The piece that's been missing, is my sunsparkle.

And sometimes you just want someone to see. Just what you mean, when you can't find the words.