I meander in the forest Forget about the time Linger by fallen branches Stretch out under the pines Rest my head against the trunks And marvel at their vines
Is this a sacred place? Is this proof of the divine? It's where I come to let go What was never really mine Where I can be myself And not have to be defined
The sun sprinkles in a little I can almost see it shine It trickles through the leaves Spreading its golden lines And in the night the moon Keeps me from feeling blind
Maybe this is where our hearts go When they're following the signs When we return to the land Souls unbound and aligned This is where my love lives In all its shapes and kinds
I've missed you Did you know? I am shy to say so Exposed, unguarded I confess I've been longing
I was a lake And you were drought Or the absence Of you was the dry Cracking of soil When I needed water
So you are my rain My dear, my love Caution swept away Kissing in the Flooding streets, I couldn't care
But to tell you so, I've been afraid Foolhardy, but hear Me tell you again I've missed you So you know
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?
A little nature once in a while To break the trend of Love and other inward feelings
Show me a canyon Not that one, not the grand one Show me a regular canyon With water still flowing through
Show me the red of its walls Like a prehistoric mural Of erosion and persistence
Nature moves on, you know This earth shrugs us off We destroy it and it destroys us Nature breaks us all down
I grip the windowsill too tightly As the dark clouds pour Heavily over an angry ocean Crashing, spraying, flooding Lightning strikes again, again! It's a storm, it's raging, and it's
Too loud! Too loud! Too loud!
Then you tap on my door You slip into my mind And everything else is on mute
I would like to be no one A nameless, faceless, Shapeless form To walk through life Unknown Lost in the norm
Everything I do will blend Into the scenery, The earth, unheard And I, no one, am but a wisp, My life Never occurred
When I have gone in whisper Give me an Unmarked stone Or better yet, nothing No one was here I, thankfully, was alone
Life flows freely through cold rivers While I sit in my stagnant pond I need to be cleansed Before the algae covers me completely
We could have been green together Further down the river We could have been blue too The frogs are leaping as I stretch my legs
My love for you is not Always declarations and Milestone celebrations Or flowery similes Of the moon and the stars And what lies beyond death
More often it is you Laughing across the room Because the cat farted And I am enduring it Because I want to cuddle Even though she smells
It's just hair Sometimes I am Covered in it Sometimes it Isn't there It doesn't matter Much to me Whether I am Blanked or bare I thought That it defined me Or that one way Made you want me I don't know Why I cared But you shaved Above my lip What I thought You wanted there So I still think It's why you left me That it was just Because of hair
There are Monarchs in Mexico Where kings and queens still reign Lording over salvia and milkweed In their glorious campaign
Yet nomadic in their nature In summer fleeing their domain The Monarchs journey ever north Old royal kingdoms to reclaim
The dynasty will carry backwards An intricate floating train Resting upon their paladin trees The ruling of Monarchs ever arcane
A man came out to pick The field of daisies The flowers so densely woven Entwined in each other That the ripping was Unbearable as they were Separated and potted Side by side in the window Their time together quick Their longing an eternity
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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