daydream

i see myself
on a distant dance floor
and you’re not there
or you
                         or you
and i’m so beautiful
surrounded by my friends—
i’m eighteen years old
and all the boys want to dance with me
but i am free
the music holds me in its colors
as i laugh to the rhythm of those shining stars


this is just a dream
that’s all right
dreams fade but (i hope)
real happiness is always at the end
of a long hard road


maybe i can’t hear the music now
but the stars still glitter for me
on the other side
of a cloud not quite real enough to
touch


03.17.06