Where was I when My mind was clear of thought? In gloom In gloom Yet out of shadow I bloom
No sweeter than A maple candy Were the scent of rising Fresh spring flowers Happily dancing in the showers
Like them I return From a dark and empty slumber Refreshed Refreshed I am waking from my rest
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
Some people worry of my isolation They think, "you are alone, this is terrible" I think, you are surrounded, which is worse
They think I need companionship Because they need companionship Because "that eccentric person over the hill Far away from the village must be lonely"
Speak too much and I will stop speaking Get to know me and I will unknow you I have moments of wanting to be known They are fleeting and most often, regretful
This is not some flaw in myself to be fixed Do not teach me to socialize I am solitary and they think I am not thriving
Yes, I am in relationship with the wasteland You read of it like it is not my refuge When the quiet, the solitude, the great alone Carries me like a protective lover, away
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
This is not poetry It's just me Adding line breaks To a thought
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
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 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
When the curled up cat Stretches out to reveal Its soft warm belly And the heat from its fur Rises up onto your hands Before you touch the body That's trusting and Purring just for you
That's what my love Feels like Unfurled and vulnerable And warm without Ever putting your Hands on me
When the notes are soft In a smooth tender song That lull inside the Fullness of your heart When the chorus comes In a melody that makes You think of drinking Coffee on a winter night
That's what my love Feels like A house to come home to When you turn the keys Lights already on I am that sigh of relief
Even the wildest Of creatures Still long to be Held tightly Sometimes, If only for a Moment Even the freest Of beings Still long to be Kept in Someone's heart
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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