Mango Walker
It Began with a Winter Morning Moon
Submitted by Mango on October 24, 2007 - 08:05.I have a story. It happened several years ago when I was about 22. It is embarrassing, but I'm not ashamed of it, besides, with shame there is no laughter. With clothes, there is no full moon. And with no full moon, there is no story, and there has to be a story.
Reflection
Submitted by Mango on October 23, 2007 - 20:14.Who stares back,
At me in the glass,
And mimics,
My every move?
Am I real,
Or is she,
Who sits and stares,
Like I?
She knows exactly,
What I'm going to do,
And follows me,
To every room.
She is present,
In every shadow,
Mocking my lanky limbs,
And height.
Is she my reflection,
Or am I her's,
We who look alike,
Who cam before the other?
Who knows exactly,
Running in Rain
Submitted by Mango on October 23, 2007 - 19:28.No one ever told me,
What rain feels like,
When it hits your face,
Or how it tastes.
Now I know why,
Because it is impossible,
To use human words,
To describe it.
I had to find out,
For myself,
Just what it,
Was like.
That's what I did,
And I can't explain,
To make it truly count,
But I can try.
The wind blows it,
Into your face,
Sometimes it's hard to see,
I'm not leaving
Submitted by Mango on October 19, 2007 - 06:27.I have seen the sky,
The sun is held at bay,
And yet you still remain here,
So I too must stay,
I have heard the words you say,
You whisper them to me,
But yet I can not leave until,
Your safety I can see,
I have seen the future,
On a bay of sand,
I will wade into the water,
Reaching for your hand.
So I will hope that picture stays,
Inside my dreams at night,
