Fiona Schwartzinoff

Come, dear friend, it’s night now;
all the world is fast asleep.
Come! Let’s run away,
Far to the shores and deep.
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Waiting in line
at the groceries,
You’re in the aisle
just next to mine.
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'Yes, son.'
'I wish to wear the sky,
When the sky is dark,
That dark, dark blue,
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I looked in the mirror
And a reflection gazed back.
It was me.
But not the way I saw myself -
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Sometimes I lay under the sun and believe that there could be nothing more powerful.
Sometimes I look out to the ocean, and believe that there could be nothing more vast.
But then I think of the Hand that gave heat to the sun and the brush that painted the sea,
And I believe, “Truly, what is there greater than He who holds all of the universe fast? ”
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How dare you imprison God?
He canot be held in your church.
He cannot be held within your stone walls
Nor your sermons or theological search.
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When the time comes that I vanish,
Remember me when I am gone.
When my footprints fade away
To the land beyond the sun.
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Can you promise that I will be remembered?
That the world will shed a tear
When it realizes there’s no more Fiona,
That she no longer lives here?
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It warms to the touch like a loved one,
Like a friend one has not seen in years.
Pressing one’s face into its surface
The stone comes to life,
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I sat in my room, cold and bleak,
The light within grew grey and weak.
I stood to open the door, just a peek,
And I had a love affair.
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You will be missed.

Your rough red skin peeling
Like the many tourists who enjoyed your shade.
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I finish the piece.
You smile and nod.
“Beautiful.”
I doubt it. “But…? ”
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It really is a sorry situation
To live in New York without the means.
But if you’ve got the gift an imagination like mine…
By Jove, the luxuries swell and teem!
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It really is a sorry situation
To live in New York without the means.
But if you’ve got the gift an imagination like mine…
By Jove, the luxuries swell and teem!
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I am in this world
Yet not of this world.
I see into wild regions
That in my mind unfurl
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If you see a mountain of sea-foam,
You know you have seen my soul
Which floats serenely in a realm of blue,
Unnoticed, living to its full.
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I am washing the dishes in a monotonous bore
When I suddenly pause to assess the air.
There is a mystery floating here and there,
But as soon as I pause, it is no more.
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Hands folded primly,
Hair falling properly;
Delicate background.
Delicate skin –
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I am still that little girl
The one who loved seashores
And books and lollipops.
But sometimes… I just forget.
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Numbers-
I hate them.
Always calculating,
Peering over at you
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