The baby turtles made a pact To run across the sand together To dodge the swarming birds And looming waves To swim out into the ocean forever
They made it to the sea intact Their shells now hardened So when a current tore them apart They thought they were tough Or that their love was pardoned
Muse, I am holding on to you It is not desperate or clingy I hold you gently, with room to move Or without touching you at all
Your beautiful mind inspires me The way you see the world The convictions you hold I am mesmerized, captivated
I love you, it is obvious, so obvious I can't let go, I have tried Muse, I have tried and failed Over and over and over
All I can do is write you and keep you Do you mind? Are you upset? Tell me it is okay, these feelings I worry my pen is a sword to you
Seagulls swarm the sky The Adirondack chair Sits empty on the deck The boats in their docks Sway in the lapping water The sun sets over shops Dinner lights come on In the seafood restaurant At home along the Atlantic This is a seaside painting A watercolor ocean A moment caught forever In the blue of a brushstroke
I'm both a brother And a sister A chameleon A shapeshifter I was the man I thought you wanted And woman again When you missed her
I've been handsome I've been gorgeous And being both Has been euphoric I've been everything All at once I am both malleable And formless
My voice is soft Fluid and cozy My body smooth And warm and homey When I speak to you I hope you hear My soul is steady And you know me
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
What is the usefulness Of regret? When the days and months Move ever forward And moments passed Are like photos, Some were not taken As well as others
There is a Transcendence in The letting go The long farewell to Yesterday's bowed head Presently washed clean, Hung out to dry In the ever persistent Cleansing of sun
Why wish for any decision To have gone another way? Would the lines On palms, in diaries Have brought us here If we made a choice With our head Not our heart Or simply on impulse?
When I have swam too far And been lost in my emotion You have been the lighthouse That brought me out of the ocean
When I have flown too high Out of the atmosphere You have brought me back to earth And made me long to be here
I have never ran too far Or trekked alone in the snow The idea that I might miss you Has kept me safe you know
And when I have been too quiet When darkness filled my sky The image of your smiling face Has kept my guarded heart alive
Shave my head And cover me in a Black robe With a large hood So I can hide In the darkness Of my presence
And look me in My shadow eyes My face all that You can see So you must know Me by the magic Of my essence
I have no body You can feel My fluidity In the night sky And cherish My full moons And my crescents
She covers herself In tattoos And piercings Dyes her hair Many vibrant colors Then says She doesn't like Modified bodies And uses it As a reason Not to be with me
If I fall asleep now Will we pick up where we left Off in last night's dream? Lips finally locked In a desperate homecoming A desire, a longing Come to labored fruition
Maybe when I sleep I'll return to that Mountain where we folded Effortlessly into each other Where we dropped pretenses And indulged in a fantasy That left me on waking
If we can't exist In this humbling reality Then let me live in My dreaming with the Alternate us, the version Of ourselves that overcame All our worldly obstacles
If I fall asleep now Will you meet me there? Come out of your dream into Mine, let us talk, let us Speak our unspoken uncertainties Of our comforts and the truths We've held on our tongues
Meet me on the water Where we drifted on our backs Where an alternate us floated Contently in the forest lake Where a ripple effect kept us Closer together, meet me Where our dreams still collide
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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