One day I will stand on green grass,

flowers in hand,

tears on my face for a life I never got to have.

That day I’ll lay to rest more than your soul,

I’ll finally put down this fear that I hold.

That day I will no longer hold these heavy walls,

that day I can love you without the consequence it holds.

That day I’ll be safe from what this world cruely made you,

that day I can love you like I have always longed to.

That day Songbird will play in the background,

purple iris’ and gerber daisies will completely surround you.

I will curl up alone with my face near your headstone,

finally feeling safe with the mother I adored.

Though my heart will always be broken,

that day will no longer be torn. For that day I will know,

a mothers love without scorn.

If your eyes couldn’t see what was optimal,

what the world decided is favorable,

what media taught you is desirable,

would you still think me beautiful?

If the picture in your mind,

was just a light you see,

the brightness decided by my energy,

the only marker of your need for me,

was the truth inside me that no eyes can see?

If you could hear no sound,

would you listen to me?

Would my words

still bring you peace serine?

Would you hang on every idea I share,

believing me so worthy of care?

Would this pedestal you perched me on,

be still as high without the volume on?

If my skin you couldn’t feel,

if my scent you couldn’t catch.

If you couldn’t taste my essence,

in the moments of romance.

If you could know me only,

by the truth in my soul.

If the only things to judge me by,

were the parts I can’t control.

If you couldn’t watch me walk away,

if you couldn’t see me leave,

would you still crave every piece of me,

would you still think me fit to be your queen?

If your senses couldn’t identify,

a mystery locked deep inside.

If my playful ways,

and teasing style,

couldn’t enchant you,

and set your world on fire.

If you could never get lost,

in my big round eyes,

if my odd perspective,

didn’t challenge your mind.

If my journey to now

couldn’t inspire respect.

If my fragile condition,

didn’t awaken protectiveness.

If my strange little ways,

didn’t pique your interest.

Would I still be the girl of your dreams?

If you were blind,

would I still be beautiful?

I know not what transformation will arise

I know not if tomorrow's you will be closer to,

or further from a forever by my side.

Here in the sunshine happy and free,

knowing only how it feels looking up at you,

as your looking down at me.

What if that dream you had just the other day,

created a life known as me long ago and far away?

What if so powerful that wish that it went backwards in time,

creating a circumstance where just by happenstance,

my parents loved me from each other…just for you?

What if?

What if that is the reason for me?

So many lives changed because of my existence,

so many lives exist because you wished for a world with me in it.

What if?

What if this ripple in time was because it mattered so much to eternity,

that you knew true loves divine?

So you would know what true love should feel like,

what it should look like, what it should sound, smell, and taste like.

What if?

What if I was calculated so carefully,

so my little hand would fit in yours perfectly.

Electric currents, peaceful warm.

What if divine intervention ensured,

I would grow only until my lips met yours.

Barefoot, on cold tiptoes.

What if?

What if every tear, every year I cried,

was orchestrated by God in heaven by careful design?

What if all the broken, what if all the shame,

was meant to rip me open to release lifetimes worth of pain.

What if?

Perhaps it was all so the awareness I found,

could be used to teach you to soar with both feet on the ground.

What if that's how loved you are?

What if?

What if you’re so loved that nothing like facts,

science, or time, could stop the creation,

of what was once just in your mind.

What if?

What if the entire universe and the heavens above,

broke all of its rules with the blessings of God?

Who ordered the changing of reality.

Who cosigned on rewriting nature’s history.

So you could have your dreams fulfilled in me?

What if?

Can you imagine that?

What if this is true as well,

manifested in you for my dreams fulfilled?

What if your life is the answered dream,

the granted wish that was wished by me?

Your pretty little gypsy girl.

What if?

I’m a princess and a gypsy,

American born from exotic lands.

I tell tales of that which my eyes haven’t seen,

filled with more truth than most comprehend.

My travels are avid, vast, and expansive,

though home I stay most of the time.

I’m gone as you see me before you,

I’m with you even when gone.

I’m the beautiful strength of fragility,

an understated anomaly.

A targeted addiction,

butter rich, and velvet soft.

I am the exception that proves everything,

the rule you love to break.

I’m all of it but it’s not me,

your going to feel all sorts of ways.

I’m the mirror of truth and an illusion,

dangerous to guilty minds.

It’s just so simple it’s complicated,

imagined text you read between the lines.

Weaving dreams into reality,

magic spun into the mundane.

Staying grounded firmly in fantasy,

adventure hidden in boring and plain.

I'll keep you too distracted to take offense to me,

that is, until I walk away.

Follow me the pretty gypsy girl,

let me take you out of your mind.

Let me take you to a place far more real than this,

where you understand more than meets the eye.

Come and take a walk with me,

in time you just might find,

that suddenly, life it seems,…

well, seems just a little more…

divine?

Just try not to get enchanted.