Fitting

Last night I dreamed of Ireland
even though I've never seen it
and of the ocean mists
so different than the West Coast
but I walked the streets of San Francisco
and still felt lost.

I dressed in summer to fit the
season
sundresses, blonde hair, sunscreen
but I hate the sun and the heat
makes me sick
I walked the shore of a Southern
California beach
and wish it would rain

but in the frost of deep winter
when all the trees have died and I
feel alive from the grey
heavy clouds hanging low on the
horizon
walking along the river's edge, watching children building snowmen
in a valley of trees, under a blanket of white

I put my headphones on-- shake the snow
out of my hair, sit down on a bench
and wait for the moment to come when
I'll hear your voice,
whispers on falling snow.

By Ashley Dodge©

Finding Harmony

She stood on the icy sidewalk in the middle of December
waiting for the cab to arrive, watching the city lights
glitter
She was blonde, she was brave, coming all this way
to be famous
but she had it wrong, she'd taken the wrong way searching for
Harmony who had
run away quietly
into the night.

Cobblestone sidewalks in air conditioned Paris,
outside the burning streets of Las Vegas
she's
sitting at the inside faux cafe, eating
a chocolate crepe sipping
espresso
trying to be brave
wondering where she'd gone wrong
where Harmony had decided to stay

Red hair, burning like the sun
walking among the bronzed people of LA
she wasn't an angel
she wasn't even blonde
when had she lost her way
how could it have gone so completely wrong

Hiding away in the snow
freezing and watching the lights from downtown glow
she walks away, turns out the lights
draws the curtain and says goodnight
to the rhyme
she'll become a riddle,
she'll find Harmony
find her tonight.

By Ashley Dodge©