I speak to you inside my mind My inner world a sanctuary A holy place just for myself I would have you sit here with me
Watch the water as it flows My river of thoughts and words Walk with me through wet grass Full of insects and hunting birds
Do you feel safe here with me? There's a soft and misty glow In the sunrise of my imagination I hope you feel at home
I am not embarrassed or afraid I am messy and flawed and bare In a open field of chamomile flowers I am myself with you and that's rare
Maybe I laugh a little too much Like a part of me is ashamed But I opened this world to you Our fears laid out to be reclaimed
I feel you move inside my head Move me with all that you are You're as real as anything we feel As the light from a newborn star
Let the wind take it Dissolve into the air The remnants of our Horrible affair
Let the storms have it And with force blown away So I won't think of You for one more day
I am sitting at the window The sun is out but it's chilly It's a lazy golden afternoon The neighbor's chickens Have escaped their coop again They're wandering down the street Stopping at bird feeders And pecking at the ground
It occurs to me after minutes Of simply observing the Peculiar way they move their heads That I have no thoughts in my own That I am completely mesmerized By mindlessly fleeing fowl It is a good day for watching And doing nothing else at all
A girl I am dating is reading my palm Tracing her finger Over my life line She furrows her brow
"Do you like evergreen trees?" she asks She doesn't look up and I nod "But you are deciduous," she meets my eyes
I shrug, pulling my hand back But she holds my wrist Firmly and keeps tracing I'm staring at her curiously
"You are nineteen?" it's currently January I nod again, February on the horizon "You will be nineteen for a very long time"
I don't like her reading I don't like her mysticism I break up with her later Then I meet you And I am nineteen for the rest of my life
This day is so vibrant And vivid, exposure turned up The sky such a dense, Saturated blue
This day is alive, It is singing in color Look, those trees are so green Much greener today
This day whistles In flocks, buzzes with bees Flickers on water, Dancing, today is dancing
I will live alone Detached But I will be no spinster Perhaps instead A weaver Of loose threads That flow to me Over salty waves, making Their landing In the sands of a Beach I will never visit So the seagulls Will carry your damaged Pieces of fabric Home to me
I learned how to sing So I could talk to the birds They always listen to me Even if they don't know the words
I learned how to bark So I could talk to the trees They know all about you All about you and me
I've learned to be quiet To be still in my mind To feel the earth turn As the world was designed
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
I don't think of you I don't look for you Blink, you're here Blink, you're gone
I walk through my day I go about life Step, you appear Step, you fade
I curl up in bed I sleep and don't Dream Inhale, I breathe you Exhale, I let go
Dust, dust I am dust Brush me from the windows Or sweep me out the door Dust, dust Flying dust I don’t know where to land Or where I’ve been before
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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