chin up little girl

lift your chin up little girl
ignore the number of your steps
don't worry where you place your feet
and watch not the ride of the road
hurry on at the pace you desire
blink away the state of your hair
keep your head up, just look ahead
for you never know, the stone
that sticks out to trip you
just might be the truth.

cold hills night stars

in the convoluting corners of my mind
are cold hills night stars
and a smiling face that smears itself
across the back of my eyes
for every second i'm awake
i am brought back
to a patch of darkness for grass
underneath a twinkling roof
where i held your hand
a quick and measly moment
before you walked away
toward sleep and forgetting
now around the rocks and stones in my way
basking in the muted stars
my chest lifted with lightness
while all there was you
my head and mouth could hold
and when i watched you go
back to your life and your love
there went your heart with you also.

make for cold hills

there is a guy whose singing sends me
hesitantly, to rocky paths
make for cold hills
where horses tread
the sound and stink of milk
and where a fleeting memory
of a smiling face floats in the cold air
the clutter of bags and quick glances
and his distinct laughter in my sleep.