Night air crisp and quiet
Goodbyes finally ring true
Honest and hollow
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Night air crisp and quiet
Goodbyes finally ring true
Honest and hollow
I don’t want to exist
like this;
but I still know,
and can’t forget.
Under bright round moon
Rivers of words flow again:
Never surrender
Feet for the solid planet beneath me
Hands for the companion life on its surface
Keeping my mouth free
For howling under the moon that lights my way
Over dew and leaves
Calling my pack to my side
…
Often
I look back at old writing
Of days, weeks, or months ago
And can only cringe
In embarrassment or shame
But then, sometimes
I can look back at those same verses
Days, weeks, or months past
And see them differently
…
Some days it’s a bridge
Some days it’s a rainbow
Whatever it is today…
“Write!” I plead with myself
“Write!”
Write, and take in all that is seeping from these cracked masks
and loosely clawed fingers attached to…
…While I have not lived your life
I have lived mine
And mine has lead me to exactly who I am today…
Evening light dimming
Between two times and places
Existing and not
So much love to give
Like the infinite skies holding all possibilities…