Obeying the Fates"Look, it's raining sugar!" she cried.The lad's already large eyes went even wider as his face turned up to the sky. He halted right in front of me, mouth open and waiting to catch some, so suddenly that I had to stop too just to avoid knocking him over. He finally caught a bit on his tongue, and then turned around to give his mother a miniature frown."It's not sugar; it's just snow," he explained, using the same tone a teacher would to explain a difficult concept to a student. For a moment, he'd been fooled. And if not for the excitement of seeing snow for the first time, he would have been annoyed at being tricked."I think you're too smart for me, Rel." Elisa laughed. It was a soft and pleasant sound that always reminded me of a small flute I had as a young lad. She ruffled the lad's curls affectionately, and I noted with pleasure that her back was to me. Never a wise idea.I scooped a handful of the innocently white power from the ground, stepped forward, and let it fall down the
Ballad of a KingI've traded in the land of GraceThough there are few who knowThe royal blue suede shoesWere scrunching royal toesMy loyal hound dog ran awayChasing my old teddy bearI guess he was a bit confusedHe thought it was a hareI know my subjects all were trueI just demanded one small thingLove me tender, don't be cruelAnd I would be their KingNever thought they'd turn on meSo I was all shook up to findA hard-headed woman threw a fitAnd hit me with her mind!It was too much monkey businessNo quiet place for me to dwellThat's why I never told you I'ma guest at the Heartbreak Hotel!
Have A Nice DaySometime after the Have-a-nice-day,After the swish of a smarter doorway,After the shuffle of bags, like cards,After the honks of impatient cars,After the sidewalks evolve into road,After the turns shake up my load,After the front door is unlocked at home,I realize.She shortchanged me.
You and Meyouand your lemon laugher,salty dreams,clipped wings,float above all of this.let me raise you uptill the storm is farbeneath you,just a memory, nothing morethan rainwater.this will drysomedayuntil then I'll be your truck,your escape,and I don't mind abroken handif it makes it easier.the worst nightsbecome daylightand I'll still be holdingyour hand,holding you up to the sun,and I knowyou'd do the same forme