Volume 7: Beautiful Idea

I met a boy
He was good-looking, smart, charming
He took me out for coffee
I agreed to see him again

I saw a boy
He was attractive, intelligent, charismatic
He held my hand as we walked along the beach
I told him I liked him

I liked a boy
He was handsome, brilliant, magnetizing
He danced with me under summer fireworks
I promised to dream of him

I dreamt of a boy
He was gorgeous, genius, irresistible
He gave me a rose and a kiss at the top of the London Eye
I fell in love

I met a real boy, who was good-looking, smart, charming
I fell in love with a beautiful idea

Volume 24: Limited; Not Infinite

The sun is most beautiful
When it meets the mountains
And the rain feels instantly relieved
When it finally hits the ground
Because traveling the atmosphere forever
Would be more exhausting than anything

The airplanes who've seen everything
Would agree; there is nothing more beautiful
Than the thought of being lonely forever
Interrupted by snow-capped mountains
Reaching up to guide them to the ground
Followed by a sigh of relief

Evening stars smile, relieved,
At the first glimpse of dawn that brightens everything
When their light can no longer touch the ground
They find nothing more beautiful
Than being able to fade back to the mountains
And take a break from shining forever

I, too, often wonder how forever
Would feel, but my unexpected relief
Always come from the mountains
I climb over. It reminds me that everything
Is alive and in motion and beautiful
With every step that touches the ground

Walk with me, keep me on the ground
I could listen to your steady breaths forever
We'll keep pace with the natural beauty
Around us, exhale with relief
As we watch the mist settle over the mountains
Painting soft tranquility over everything

I've decided that I wouldn't want anything
More than to stand with you on the highest ground
At the peaks of the tallest mountains
It's a moment that needs not to last forever
Just long enough for us to realize, breathlessly relieved,
That one does not have to be infinite to be beautiful

The sun is most beautiful over the mountains
And the rain finds relief upon reaching the ground
Don't you agree that being forever together is better than anything?

Volume 6: Paper Ships

My love for you lies
At the top of the little hill
At the bottom of champagne bottles
Like paper ships

You were a sailor
And I was a little girl
Brought up on the docks
Watching the ships and the sea

Our eyes met and you tipped your hat
Offered me a glass
And showed me your paper ship
Sailing in a sparkling white sea

I was Ulysses
And you were a siren
You tugged on the thread
To let my sails flutter free
In captivity

I couldn't tell you why I felt that way
But my two likeliest suspects
Are your rugged half smile
Accompanied by this champagne

The tide rose and fell
Into our crystal flutes
We watched the sun set
On our paper ship
Through translucent glass

Everything becomes a series
Of silent scenes and time lapses
Full glasses to empty and back again
I don't remember falling in love

Am I in love?
Or have I just stumbled onto a paper ship
Destined to rock back and forth
On white bubbly froth

Every time I take a sip
The sea foam rises to meet my lips
And whenever I miss you
I reach for the bottle of sea and paper ships

I don't know if I can dive that deep
For the mere possibility of finding a pearl
Or a diamond ring
I can't decide if those deep blue eyes
Are worth nearly drowning

I remember watching you sail away
A train wreck on the sea
I can't bear to watch you leave me
But I can't tear my eyes away

The sunset looks less beautiful from the shore
I remind myself that ships look splendid
Docked on the pier
But I cannot be a sailor

Volume 10071: Parisian Nights

Oh, City of Lights
Please illuminate our hearts
Send sparks to the sky

I look down, although

He is much more striking than

Vanilla lattes

Streetlamp-lit boardwalks

Hand in hand, perfect mood for

Walking down the aisle

Starlight overhead
Lovers' dreams dance on the Seine
Join our perfect waltz

I'd like to think that

We are the epitome

Of runaway dreams

His three simple words

Handwritten on a napkin

Are just what I need

I never knew that
The dream lands I escape to
Gave out souvenirs

We'll meet again in

The city that never sleeps

Bring Nuit Blanche with you

Volume 39: Grace

Repeat after me:

"I will not cheat on Larry"

Ice cream is so good

Volume 147: The Rage of June

There’s a maiden nigh who lives in the sky

Named for the month of June

The goddess fair loved playing there,

Above the cold lagoon

Her hair of gold down her shoulders rolled

Reflected by the moon

As smooth as brass was her looking glass

Her lovely silver moon

One night, she remarked, was especially dark

Over the cold lagoon

For not in the sky, she soon realized,

Was her shining silver moon

In wild dismay she searched the bay

For a trace of her beloved moon

She froze in shock, for the moon she sought

Had fallen into the cold lagoon

Like a deck of cards, tossed were the shards

Of her beautiful silver moon

Too far to save from the cruel waves

Of the hateful cold lagoon

From its place in the sky, it was stolen by

Water nymphs from the cold lagoon

Their laughter filled the air, for they did not care

As they played with her precious moon

As she glared down with a scornful frown

Into the cold lagoon

The nymphs still played on the swirling waves

With the ever sparkling moon

Her eyes glittered with spite, much to the fright

Of those near the cold lagoon

The sky turned grey along the bay

Everywhere dark clouds were strewn

They began to fall, and the high winds called

Down to the cold lagoon

“A storm is due!” A sickly hue

Stretched o’er the cold lagoon

At the screaming gale, the nymphs’ faces paled

Inside the cold lagoon

Gloom filled the sky and down they dived

Taking with them the silver moon

“Come back here fools, you cursèd ghouls!

And give me back my moon!”

She shrieked in vain, “I’ll have thee slain

For stealing my silver moon!”

None could revolt, she drew a bolt

To launch at the cold lagoon

But then she stopped, for she saw a dot

At the edge of the cold lagoon

“My lady, please, listen to me!”

Called the dot from the cold lagoon

For in the sand there stood a man

On the shore of the cold lagoon

The knight with a net said “Please don’t fret

My dearest goddess June

With a fisher’s skill I promise I will

Retrieve your precious moon

I’ll have nothing above your undying love

In exchange for the fallen moon

So promise me this, seal it with a kiss

And you shall have your moon”

 “Alright” said she, “but pray, hurry,

Bring back my silver moon!”

And she blew a kiss to the abyss

That was the cold lagoon

So the knight agreed and vowed to succeed

In his quest to retrieve the moon

He gathered up all his might, and in the cold night

Dove into the cold lagoon

He was brave and tough, but not enough

For the waves of the cold lagoon

He looked about, and then reached out

But found but a wat’ry tomb

She watched in shock ‘til he appeared on the rocks

On the shore of the cold lagoon

His face looked ill, and his heart went still...

And he did not have the moon

From her place in the sky, with a hopeless cry

She cursed the cold lagoon

“Vile waters blue, oh why did you

Take away my love so soon?”

And so she grieved that summer eve

In the fateful month of June

When her love disappeared, just as she feared

Into the cold lagoon

She cried each year and thus her tears

Filled up the cold lagoon

On summer nights under dim starlight

She wept... for her silver moon