I travel at a slow pace
require low energy to think
but I get impatient and high on life
which is part of being human
It’s ok to be human
as long as I remember
to take my time
and surround myself
with peace
-Saschia
Packed Away
The fair has been packed away
The pony rides and balloon walls
Out of site
Carmel corn and fried dough still linger in the air
And ground has muddy footprints from all the fair goers
Still the grounds are now an empty space filled with the ghosts of yesterday
Ready
What is it I should write
The house sleeps
We’re bundled
ready
-Saschia
More Room
You are accepted the way you are
I’ve prayed and hoped for a different you
For so many years
Now, I have reached a place where
You are who you are
And that gave me more room for love
-Saschia
Her
She loves the sunsets
Something she told me today
The colors she mentioned
Were red white and blue
I said it reminded me of orange creamsicle
She mentioned ice cream
Which makes perfect sense
Then we turned the corner
And she said just one more time
“I think sunsets are beautiful”
This is one of many reasons why
I love her.
-Saschia
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A Billion Stars, and a Billion More
This story gets me through.
Taking a step towards the door, I felt myself drawn by the same invisible force that had enchanted the snow. Not only did it have a hold of my body, but it had a hold of my soul, and even though I at first fought against it, the moment I surrendered, the music flowed through me as if I were water. Turning to Rusty, he nodded in approval as my feet lifted off the ground, and as I floated through the air, so the animals came and sat by his side. Even the trees temporarily ceased their dance to stoop down low enough to listen to the chatter that passed back and forth between lip and beak.
“Remember the things you’ve seen,” Rusty said, “and remember what it is you are.”
I made to respond, yet the energy coming from the door was doing many a strange thing to me.
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Love Bubbles
He made me freeze in my steps
And in my thoughts
I could think of nothing else
But having him
To myself
-Saschia
Rose Roots
Roses dug around the root
May not bloom again
But placed in the care
of a skilled planter
Its chances of flowering increase
-saschia
Will Write For Tomorrow
Light in the distance
A globe or maybe an orb
It flits around the corners of my heart
Dashes against the edges of my mind
I look and touch and smell
What it may be like
I want things a way
Smooth oiled machines
But life isn’t so oiled
It’s jagged and rough
There are times when moments
Connect seamlessly and those I pocket
And dissect later
But mostly it takes work
and prayer
and sweat
-Saschia
The Miniature
The statue was miniature
A nude miniature
Nude because it’s art
Even though the miniature looked quite real
He indeed was not
