Your eyes. 

They were a mixture of the sky and sea

and I often felt like they slung me from one to the other

With such degrees of intensity they gave me

Cold, daring. Loving, caring.

They continue to fall back into my dream.

 My mind is a watercolor painting

with your mixtures of brutality and delicacy

I often reminisce on how my paper heart held up to you

but I suppose at some point broke, because now all I can do is wallow

in the foggy memories of my innocence that I gave you

and the caring hands that once caressed me

Oh those eyes. They could make me do anything

I am no disciple.

 My backbone does not hold a cross

 I am a friend to the inner spirit, although.

No life lives with no essence of vitality.

I won't say a fair well.

You won't hear me say I'll see you in a harmonic paradise.

I will withhold my pain and agony.   

Cover them with warm memories, catch the echos of your laughter.

I am still uncertain of  your crisis,

but in time may I be given justification.

I will be able to look at our snapshots again.

Smile with no tears, and understand just why

you vanished without a goodbye.

I laid in my meadow, listening to the hum of our all might mother. Of the birds in the distance, and the soft grass that grazed by my hands. Two cardinals were chirping in hush tones. Four bluejays rushed pass as if in a hurry. The ants and butterflies were no where to be seen. As I pondered on the absence, I felt something lightly touch my cheek. I reached my hand up and felt a drop of water. Opening my eyes to search the skies, everything slowly muted. The cardinals rushing had stopped, the bluejays were long gone. My world was silent. As a quietly laid there, I soon felt another drop, and another, and another, intill they had drowned my pores.

I stayed in my meadow, and laid in my spring shower. As the rain poured, the grass began to grow taller, there roots wrapping around me. Flowers tied themselves around my finger tips. The soil softened and my body slowly sunk. 

I remained for another spring, and another, and another, in my meadow. Waiting to hear the cardinals soft chirping again, for the bluejays to return, and see if I can ever find those ants and butterflies. 

Dark willow tree. Why do you call out to me? 

I follow the whispers between your twisted limbs,

I shouldn't follow, I shouldn't listen

but I like your darkness, your evil spirit. 

 You tempt me so willow tree

My eyes won't advert, my will won't stop. 

What is this aurora of yours willow tree? 

this spell you have covered me in.

I feel the icy morphine slowly push itself through my veins.

Oh willow tree, why didn't I find you sooner?

 

I've been sitting in this cave to long. I lay behind these jagged rocks and stare out into the world, longing to escape. I want to feel my skin absorb the sun rays and water droplets. I'm tired of this dry, cold place.  Full of nothing. I'm ready to be apart of that world. To fight through the challenges, smile through the pain, and laugh at my own insanity. I know who I am and what I want. 

I'm ready.

Paralyzed, frozen

I can not move

I silently plead for release

to find the courage and let go

Inhale, Exhale

I can not breath

My heart pounds like thunder

but were is my strike of lightening

Flustered, Heartbroken

I can not smile

My fear has clouded my heart

and now were both disappointed

We'll lay in your boundless bed

embracing one another tired torsos 

  

I'll fix you blueberry bread

and hum sweet songs

You'll brush my silky strands

and kiss my lavish lips

I'll give you my heavy heart

and wait for faith

  

You'll take me by the jagged jaw

and speak softly 

Hand and hand, heart and heart

 Well live through life's ambitious adventures

with nothing but our broken books

cups of toasty tea

and one another, in our boundless bed