Age… by Toni L.A. Cross

Age is a sly old stranger

who comes at the close of the day

Age is a regular charmer

who begs to come and stay

Age is like the furniture

you know him like your stairs

Age is a sly old stranger

he’ll catch you unawares

Not Here… by Toni L.A. Cross

Perfect, innocent thing

so helpless and young

swaddled in my womb

my mind imagines you so perfectly

and my heart wishes you here so desperately

that sometimes I almost think it is so

Soft, downy thing

so tiny and warm

nestled against my breast

my senses conjure you so perfectly

and my soul dreams of you so desperately

that sometimes I almost think you never left

Seedling… by Toni L.A. Cross

 

Impatiently stirring in darkness

a seed in the womb of the earth

stretching and yearning and slowing unfurling

searching and searching for light

 

Casting off the veil of its seedhood

shedding the skin of its youth

budding and bursting and suddenly thirsting

searching and searching for light

 

Knowing not what it might be

caring not where it might sprout

growing and reaching and rapidly moving

searching and searching for light

 

Thrusting itself towards the heavens

bare newborn covered in dew

hoping and dreaming and artlessly scheming

searching and searching for light

 

Neverland by Toni L.A. Cross

There is a happy neverland

somewhere between here and sleep

It’s where all untold wishes live

the wealth of secret dreams

If one could drift amongst its foam

or dive into those depths

Their human heart would surely burst

From the sweetest of pains

 

Memory Closet by Toni L.A. Cross

A simple closet door

So it appears to be

But if you peer inside

Filled hangers you will see

With memories intact

All lined up in a row

Hidden in the fabric

The scent of tears, you know

Youthful smells of wishes

Of dearest heartfelt pain

Closet of true beauty

Where love has left its stain