Zoe’s Journal

Zoe’s Journal
Ideas are elusive, slippery things. Best to keep a pad of
paper and a pencil at your bedside, so you can stab them
during the night before they get away.
    - Earl Nightingale, 1921 - 1989

Sleep

November 30th, 2004

Sweet eyes closed in slumber

I want to watch you sleep

Fly with you in your dreams

Sitting here with you, it’s real

You are so peaceful, quiet, sad.

My heart aches inside

Sinking lower in my chest

Because I know that you are asleep

In the eternal slumber of death

Radiant inside, safe once more.

I sit and watch you sleep

Until at last I lie beside you

And together, far away, we meet.

Fire

November 30th, 2004

Burn the sky
This unholy rage
Throwing shackles

Breaking fire
Rising to the air
Igniting all life
Catching raptured fire

Why should it be contained?
Let it burn
Crumble to ashes
While the flame lives on

Destroying everything
Crackling furious rage
Violent raging pushing
Burning wreaking havoc

Yes, cower in fear
My fire rules all
Until at last
There is nothing left

Nothing but coals
Rebellious sparks
Willing to rage on

But spent, so tired.
This fire, too, is destroyed.