I swam with Fish from Other seas Other creatures From fresh And salty waters Knowing In the depths Of my heart
That All I really Wanted was To settle In a quiet Backyard pond With you
Writer, close the blinds on me I never asked to be your muse I feel on display, naked even You undress me, do you not?
Make your romantic art of me So long as I remain nameless If you find a beautiful bird in me Then paint me uncaged, as I am
You write your numerous pages Their edges are sharp and they cut Paper cuts, no one sees them So you do not see the whole of me
I hold you, your feelings are okay I would never stifle you, I promise But your words evoke a memory You immortalize me as I forget
Grief is a large pelican Diving into the water where I was swimming peacefully Scooping me up in its beak
It carries me up from my home This is just nature's way I succumb to the darkness of Drowning in someone's mouth
Two star signs, two ruled by The moon and sun All the other signs are planets They are the exception The royal luminaries Glowing in their heaven
Two signs formed side by side In the vastness A sparkling duality amidst the Ever orbiting constellations
Together here, if nowhere else In the maps, in the blue The moon and sun Exist forever in twilight In that narrow stretch of time Where day and night softly meet
We are floating Through the seas Of the sky.
The gentle wind Grazes our skin And we sway, Oh, we sway.
We are flying Effortlessly Through the airwaves.
And the sun Is so bright It warms our souls And we smile, Oh, your smile.
We are radiating, Reflecting all the light That’s filling in our hearts.
The touch of your hand As we flow Leaves me breathless For a while.
We are floating, We are, Oh, we are.
And there are So many colors To your wings.
Today is a gray day, endlessly cloudy One blanket across the sky The world is smaller now, with that barrier The haze shrouding the sun, the blue The earth is contained under the veil
Under the darkness of the clouds The sun does not beg for engagement We are pardoned of participation A nebula of clouds thrown over earth They say rest, you are allowed to
Ice covered ponds do not shimmer California poppies sleep in Beaches are spared their trodden sands Paint the sky gray and the world sighs Exhale, the day is small and so are we
There's a comfort in our conversations A hint of longing in our voices Do we pretend not to notice? We live our lives We make choices
You are the deepest blue I am the lightest of green Together we form the trees and sky We are the earth The calming scene
We walk on roads that are parallel Kicking the dirt up off the ground I carry with me our white flag Through the dust We make no sound
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, who speaks often But says much of nothing I, who pictures the words That do not come out That stumble over My tongue and teeth My brain a stuttering Then silent and empty
I will my words into being In a moment's pause In the quiet of the writing When my mind races And I can catch my thoughts I send you my voice You, who reads me You, who's eyes Pass over my letters
I, who does not screech Like the hawk in the sky Nestle my meanings in The wanderings of creatures In the sun and the trees They, who speak The same language as me Who might interpret while I am just talking to you
I thought I saw him walking by Out of the corner of my eye Just a trick of the light A trick of the mind It was just a little cloud Casting a fleeting shroud A phantom little lie He was not conjured from the sky But for a second I had hoped Which I have never since allowed
Floating on my back Naked in the water I made a promise to The clouds above To never ask about their father
The sky turns gray And I feel cold I give my body to the earth Into her hands to hold One day she may cradle me When I am very old
I see the sun light up Below the horizon Piercing the clouds Warming the land That someday I will die on
Without my clothes I am the planet's creature Flesh and bone And limbs to feature This forest pond is a refuge And the wind's voice my teacher
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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