The sky is dark Like it always is now The wind is strong Winter's frozen vow
The clouds gather In harmonious sorrow Time stopped Between now and tomorrow
Nevermore shall I hear your sweet whisper hello My body lies beneath a hundred blankets of snow
I passed death Slipped beyond his light Into my dark Surrounded by white
I no longer feel There's no sense of cold No heart to beat No love to behold
And in the sun I sparkle with an ever mystic glow My body lies beneath a hundred blankets of snow
I would live here in my mind if I could If the earthly world did not always snatch me away With its incessant needing and needing Earth, why are you so attached to me?
I am in my mind today, like most days Don't say it is not a place because you can't walk there When your thoughts wander Is it through a desert? A forest? Do you swim?
Everything that has died is alive here Here is my dead friend that I used to kiss, looking well Here is the art I gave up on in frustration Here are the words you said to me in anger The dreams we dreamed together, still breathing
I walk up creaking steps from my stomach to my head The body is such a desperate thing sometimes Always needing validation and hand holding So I would live up here tucked away in the ethereal
A firefly has been Coming to visit By the window While I lay in bed Unable to sleep
I've gone to the Window, hello little Light, little friend In the dark, you've Been great company
The firefly is Saying goodbye now It is leaving, it Won't visit again, It's moving on
Fly away firefly Fly away firefly I miss you already, I miss you and our Strange relationship
She used to look out the window With eyes darting around Like the fluttering of birds Was the greatest joy she found And marvel at the rustling leaves Chirping and chittering sounds Enthralled by creatures great and Small that roam upon the ground
Hardly would she ever venture Out into that very wild land So safe behind that pane of glass So safe to let her world expand Sometimes we would sit by the door Glory under that sun so grand She lived a quietly sheltered life It was a choice I understand
For a moment My mind jumps to Another world A place more familiar To me than anywhere Here on earth
It is sunshine But brighter It is a meadow But softer It is a butterfly But shining It is a reality But fleeting
I try to hold on It lasts a second I try to keep it inside My flowing brain But as quickly as it Comes it is gone
I am remembering But forgetting I had belonged But briefly I was at peace Completely I am searching Come back
I loved you once I gave it out freely Even generously But you did not Want love
You wanted affection Attention, you Wanted my time You took my energy I ran out
You and I stand at the Shop counter We are buying a Freshly baked blueberry pie To bring over to your Brother's home towns away
You stand patiently In your thick woolen Overcoat, in the many layers Under your violet skirt That has faded to lilac
The shopkeeper counts Our shared coins And you look at me With the warmest eyes On this blistering afternoon
You look at me so innocently In this small, warm Bakery, like looking At me could melt the winter From our hats and mittens
You say thank you to the Kind man with the Graying mustache in The coziest voice I know as if it were my own
We walk down the street Down to the train, where You will sit close Beside me, and it will Not be the pie that warms us
Kingdoms that we built Inside our neighboring, Rolling, hillside towns Still stand strong and Towering, but only in my Enchanted daydreams, the Night fell fast in yours
Did you lay me down Or let me go? From fear or mercy I don't know And you are with me Even so
I feel you in rooms That feel like home See you on streets I drive alone Your serenity Inside my bones
Did you send a song Over a breeze? I can hear your Peaceful melody And I sing with you In harmony
My body won't hold me There's too much of me for one, I'm more than just a face or skin Changing, never done.
I am a heart and a mind And the worlds in my head, I wasn't made by hands But sparked from fire instead.
Maybe I am energy Am I a spirit or a soul? So just being physical Is never really being whole.
Arms and legs won't cage me I am not grounded by the land, I know how it feels to fly When all I do is stand.
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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