What Are Your Dreams? They Say What Do You Mean? I Say

I saw a small bone on the sidewalk The size of my pinkie finger I sat with it, wondering of the skeleton A truck drove by and honked loudly The bone rolled slightly on the pavement As the truck sped heavily forwards

Little bone from a little one I pictured you as a mouse, a chipmunk Maybe you were a vole or a bird I longed to touch your bone and know you But I was afraid of the reality That you lay there gentle and beautiful When the act upon your body was likely not

The snow is old and dirty, Full of sand and gravel, Making the once pure white blanket A sight more saddening than before.

Trees that once flourished in the Summer breeze, warm air blowing Through the leaves filled with little Holes from snacking insects.

I look upon them now, Nearing the end of a harsh And dark winter that grabbed me By arm and dragged me down.

And I think to myself how I have the excuse or the right To complain, that it's my Prerogative to sink into the sorrow.

Yet she (that is to say my love) Knows better than to sing the song Sung a thousand times before, "These are my burdens."

To be a rose in the garden of her mind, Would I be watered and cared for? What more can a rose do But remain still, hoping to be beautiful?

I think of how she's never seen the snow, Seen it fall so elegantly, so peacefully, All the while freezing the earth And suffocating the grass under the weight of it.

And so as the seasons change Mother Nature warms the world, Thirstily soaking in the melting Of the ever changing landscape.

The dandelions that sprout in the Spring Aren't gathered up and handed out, Not asking to look pretty Yet still they are and always will be.

Maybe I could be the morning dew On an uncut and untamed lawn. I could sleep there for the night And wake renewed at dawn.

So rather than growing in her thoughts, Perhaps the real treasure would be Spending the winter bundled up In blankets together, not waiting for anything.

And when the sun is out and Shining in our eyes, we would embrace The day's warmth coming through the windows Of our tiny house in the woods.

Frost came and bit the earth, Snowflakes fell like feathers. Crystals landed cold upon me, Some were just the weather.

Icicles dripped upon my heart And froze it for forever, I think it beats in winter squalls, Although it's just the weather.

I am always asking questions I am a hypothetical idea I am a torrent of branching thoughts Meanings are occasionally sought

I am a half circle above a dot I am a rumination I am the one planting a seed No rain or sunshine guaranteed

I am the roots that are growing Down into the depths of the earth Reaching and probing so much deeper But I am also axiom's keeper

Lingering in the silence All the words we do not speak, Afraid to exhale thoughts from my lips, The memories I do not have.

On a sugar high You are filled with a rush of sweetness. A child who has found their favorite candy, The jumping up and down excitement Quickly fades as I crash.

Crashed, crushed, crumbled. I forget you, forget you, forget you, Seal shut the secret garden. You do not exist here.

I was window shopping for seeds When you appeared at my side And you gave me flowers. I did not want flowers, I did not want them. Just seeds to glance at from time to time.

An unexpected change of heart Your love is a flash flood. Pouring over dry soil, Abrupt and abundant.

The broken picture frame Shattered from false image. And I am unresponsive As you would be if you knew me. But I don’t know you either.

My grief feels large and heavy I have cried into buckets And now I am carrying them Around like a punishment

I can't let go, I refuse to I am tied to these burdens Rope raw against my skin For now I need this anguish

And I need you, the source of it Because I am crying for you For the inevitable absence of you I feel it so strongly already

I was assigned fire at birth Or so the star mappers say And I can identify with that With the colors, the heat Fire is a passion, yes, I am that

Water I've always envisioned As quiet, calm, serene But I met water as a flash flood There were never any warnings

I swam without being doused How is that possible? But it's something I've never Known since, water is wet after all

I can relate to earth, to air In fact, these elements speak to me More than fire or water have So I've belonged to both of them

Fire and water though How steamy we were together You'd think we would have clashed But we were purple, complementary

Time is the only element I've been seen with these days Water, at the end of it all My body consists mostly of you Which is really quite an apt metaphor

I still wear the Unique intimacy Of your kiss On my lips Like a Soothing balm

A love recipe Designed and made Only for us That I keep In a jar Only for myself

The bones in my legs Are no bones at all They are leaden and heavy And it took me a long time To accept that I Needed some help just To learn how to stand

You ask me to walk Like it is easy Because everyone with Skin and muscle can do so Because though you may know The lead is not Visible to you And your understanding of me

So when you hang your head When you are short with me And I am trying to move And I am so tired And you are upset What else can I do But resign to apology?

Now my eyes watch moths And spiders, crickets in the night, Infinity's glowing diamonds, The darkest skies alight.

I keep company in blades of grass That were browned by the sun. An eternity of passions passed, If asked, I'll say it's done.

Belong do I to the moon And what it does to all the sea. It cycles through all I have left, We're bound, the moon and me.