emily dickinson.

“Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.” Emily Dickinson


She's one of my favorite poets, simply for her lack of concern towards conventional poetry and literature. And because she writes simply, but with great meaning. 

anchor.

surrounded by ships going and going
their bright sails whistling in the wind
like the wings of a bird
flittering over the sea, and here i am
tending to the waves, watching
motionless
as their colors disappear into the horizon.

and I watch as the sea simmers down
empty planes of blue stretching,
gaps widening, and i am alone,
left behind by ships and sailors.
and anchored in one place,
i hold myself close
and look to the sky
wishing i could fly, fly away.

if we are ever lost.

if we are ever lost,
i would be glad that you are with me.
when you are frightened
and feel so very alone,
ill open up my palm
and show you all the stars
dancing like fireflies in my hand.

i'll look in your eyes,
and see the glowing world
within their depths, then softly,
with gentle hands, draw out a map
so that we may find our way back.

we'll lay our heads down
and look up at the night velvet sky
and journey our way home
following the bright threads of our dreams.