when you sleep
i wonder:
do you dream?
if you do
i'm sure they
are filled with
colors
that g*d
mixed for your
hands
to paint a door
back to us
when you sing
is it you?
or does the mind
that holds you
captive
offer us golden
notes
to let us know
all birds
will fly free
sometimes
when you sit
passively
i wonder
if you know something
we don't
some great secret
that we could never
hear
or understand
i fear that
you'll never understand
how much i
love you
and the ways you
make me
so afraid
but then
when you grab
my face
and demand my eyes
i stop wondering
and hear your
song
of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know it's hard to see emotion. from the eyes of blank feelings. but i am here to tell you that the world inside the mind of autistic logic that binds me here to this world. she loves you. even if upset, and saying thing irrationaly, or banging her head until it bleeds. give a pillow inbetween or wear a helmet and let her scream. but work with these contorting views, for they aren't contorted if you walk her shoes.