you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

Nicole S. Porter
7:08:00 PM
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
bop to the top
-just a poem i stumbled on while surfing.. enjoy!

Upon A Childhood

In my daughter's eyes
There is a perfect blend
Of innocence and passion

This peanut butter-loving hellion
Can dance on the Monterey moon
Sail the seven bathtub seas
And blast off in her cardboard rocket

She doesn't know yet
That she can't truly do these things
Doesn't know about Santa Claus,
The Easter Bunny, or Daddy

Her world is filled with wonder
Bubbles hold rainbows captive
Crayons duel with da Vinci
And macaroni belongs on elbows, doesn't it?

Someday she'll learn
That dreams don't exist
Outside of cubicles and copiers
When that day comes
It'll find me dressed in black
Mourning my daughter's childhood
And her long-dreaded initiation
Into the world of cappuccinos and condoms

honesty is the best policy