Night falls and everything from day is gone.
Nothing can be seen but memories.
Slowly even our remembrances fade away.
The darkness draws long.
Something else is fading away.
What will come and take its place?
What will you make of it,
The brand new dawn?
I’m going to close my eyes and sleep,
And open them while I’m dreaming,
To see the infinite possibilities of the boundless universe.
Now who will come and sleep
And dream with me?
-jenn
These are the kind of days
I get myself in trouble.
Feels little too good,
A little tooooooo full of myself.
I spill out on the crowd,
Dare someone to say it out loud,
Say it to my face,
And someone usually will.
So I’m gonna practice now,
Looking into your eyes,
“I love you, too, Baby.”
Now what are we gonna do about it?
-jenn
Something that I meant to say,
Something that I meant to do,
Something fell through,
Fell through the cracks of love and time.
I’m here today and now I’ve stopped.
A red light has me penned behind the wheel,
At the helm but I can’t go,
And now I know.
If you need to feel the something that was left behind,
Feel me.
Look deep into my mind,
My heart for you.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t do
Whatever it was
I needed to.
Something that I meant to say,
Something that I meant to do,
Something fell through,
Fell through the cracks of love and time.
-jenn
You say “no” a lot.
I wonder what would happen if you said ‘yes.’
You’re letting your fears talk,
Believing their lies.
The truth is always ‘yes.’
You pout and gripe
From your boudoir
About how everyone has it better,
When what you want to do instead
Is put yourself out there
And risk being wrong
About being so right all the time.
What is the worst that could happen
If you go for it?
Especially when you know deep down
That the entire universe is behind your endeavor.
-jenn
I have many love-words for you today,
But maybe, like reading silently,
I'm whispering them under my breath.
Now I've taken a bold few
And thrown them up into the sun
As it passed over me at noon.
He promised to drop them down on you
Very soon.
You may only hear them in the hush
Of leaves that rustle,
Or from the quiet business of the Thrushes ,
Who make their cup shaped nests
And line them humbly with mud.
But then again maybe the peacefulness
Of my love will hit you like a thud,
And down your heart,
And line it with hope
And a knowing smile.
But either way, I’ll be loving you,
And telling you softly.
-jenn
On my bike
I ride through scenes
As in a dream
They pass before my eyes
And most of them are meaningless
I ride alone
I don’t talk to anyone
I hear the birds
The machines
Air conditioners kicking on
And I’m at peace
I keep riding
On and on
Not seeking anything
Not even lust
Or liberation
Just another woman
Riding a bike
On another Sunday morning
-jenn
