Sheets
I am ready
Ready to feel at home in new covers
With a new lease on life
New.
Breathe in,
breathe out.
Take all that old
Watch it drift away
Fetch my heart
from the closeline
where its been hung to dry
There's something clean about the sun
Grandma used to hang all her sheets
Let the spring and summer sun blow them
bake them in the breeze
We'd run into them
Let our noses collide with into the white
Smiling as they passed over our pigtails
They smelled so good, felt so soft.
We'd twirl around those black poles
until our palms felt numb
Watch the world slide crooked
Lay in the grass and look at the clouds
It was so simple
yet so perfect
And no matter how many times
we did it
It never got old
We couldn't resist the urge
To greet those sheets
A small escape
of glowing white.
Yes
That is what I want.
I think of the sheets I've been accustomed to
The days they felt sunny on my skin
I miss the escape they gave me
it was never as fun to run through the sheets alone
I don't like being alone.
It is lonely
The silence is loud
At night I try to cuddle myself
I ask God to hold me
My head hits the pillow
Wrap my arm around myself the best I can
Sometimes I rest my thumb on my belly button
Stretch my fingers across my tummy
Wonder how long it will be
Until it is filled with life
The children I can't wait to meet
Knowing they're inside me,
at least in part
I'm not so alone I guess
I'm not depressed,
I have lots of love in my life
my soul is still searching though
and I'll just have to wait.
Sometimes I wish my mind was more simple
That I didn't have the yearning I do
I don't understand why it is
why it comes over me,
nips at my heels
Occupies my empty thoughts...
I just know I have a family
I haven't met yet
I know my soul has a mate
not with me yet
And I guess it is strange
that though I haven't met them
I love them so much it hurts
I'm a weirdo
I can't help it.
Ready to feel at home in new covers
With a new lease on life
New.
Breathe in,
breathe out.
Take all that old
Watch it drift away
Fetch my heart
from the closeline
where its been hung to dry
There's something clean about the sun
Grandma used to hang all her sheets
Let the spring and summer sun blow them
bake them in the breeze
We'd run into them
Let our noses collide with into the white
Smiling as they passed over our pigtails
They smelled so good, felt so soft.
We'd twirl around those black poles
until our palms felt numb
Watch the world slide crooked
Lay in the grass and look at the clouds
It was so simple
yet so perfect
And no matter how many times
we did it
It never got old
We couldn't resist the urge
To greet those sheets
A small escape
of glowing white.
Yes
That is what I want.
I think of the sheets I've been accustomed to
The days they felt sunny on my skin
I miss the escape they gave me
it was never as fun to run through the sheets alone
I don't like being alone.
It is lonely
The silence is loud
At night I try to cuddle myself
I ask God to hold me
My head hits the pillow
Wrap my arm around myself the best I can
Sometimes I rest my thumb on my belly button
Stretch my fingers across my tummy
Wonder how long it will be
Until it is filled with life
The children I can't wait to meet
Knowing they're inside me,
at least in part
I'm not so alone I guess
I'm not depressed,
I have lots of love in my life
my soul is still searching though
and I'll just have to wait.
Sometimes I wish my mind was more simple
That I didn't have the yearning I do
I don't understand why it is
why it comes over me,
nips at my heels
Occupies my empty thoughts...
I just know I have a family
I haven't met yet
I know my soul has a mate
not with me yet
And I guess it is strange
that though I haven't met them
I love them so much it hurts
I'm a weirdo
I can't help it.