And spring has sprung once again.
Why do I always
Doubt
She will return?
And spring has sprung once again.
Why do I always
Doubt
She will return?
The Magnolia trees are
Blooming. The flowers are stirring.
I watch the shades
Of color change on each leaf
As the sun rises.
As the greens brighten so
Quickly in response to the
Slightest touch of light,
As they come to life.
Anticipation trembling from
Root to top in realization there has come
Another
Day to grow.
The squirrels chitter.
The butterflies dance and the
Trees keep company as they do.
They sing in sweet harmony,
“Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
Open your eyes and heart.
See. See. See.”
Her heart is like an overgrown garden
Full of flowers and weeds,
And she cannot stand to
Take from their natural beauty
So she leaves
Them to grow
How they like
And where they like.
She
Wanders through
Their
Unruliness,
Wildness.
She loves them
(she is learning to love them)
Without
Regrets
It is in the silence,This feeling.
You still do not know true depths
For words
Are just the very tip
Of
The iceberg.
In each heart
So much
More lies beneath.
And if you try so daringly to
Stand upon the
Very tip of an iceberg
You will
Quite suddenly find your self
Thrown off balance.
Falling endlessly into
Cold, unfamiliar waters.
Gasping for air.
Pummeled and tossed knowing not
Which direction you must swim
To breathe,
Ultimately
Opening your mind to find oxygen.
Alas,
You may like it there,
Lost but found in another’s
Unexplored company,
Finding yourself not so cold
And disoriented after all.
I have loved you for too long.
I hold on.
I hold on.
I held on.
I let go.
I love you.
I fooled myself for I always
Hold on.
The cats is watching me
Wondering if i am okay.
I am watching
The liquid
In my cup
As it moves to the beat of vibrations
Traveling
Through the table top
From the stereo.
Base pulsing.
And I am lost in
No particular time.
I cannot feel the blood in my veins,
I do feel the pulse of the music as does the
Liquid in my cup.
We dance together.
The cat still watches.
I learned to hide all of my beauty
Anything beautiful
The beautiful words that came from my mouth
The beautiful flowers that
Sprang from my touch
The beautiful way I moved
And sang
And loved
My beautiful locks of curly hair
So disgraceful to those around me
Sewed my lips shut
And tore my dress
Liked me better hushed and messed
Sitting behind the crooked door
There they said they liked me more
Out of sight and out of mind
I learned to hide my beauty
For fear of hurting others
Sword sharp words cut me
My own blood to slip
Upon
Laughter, mocking
Clumsy girl
Ugly nest of knotted curls
Not so beautiful now
And how they sit proud on me
as i lie prone
Me their clay formed
Gilded throne
When March
Falls into April
And snow insists on
Keeping company with ice
Still,
Warming yourself
May become a challenge
But
You always do.
And Spring
Unfailingly comes,
Buds patiently wait
And
Without exception return
And forever bloom
As do you
Dear heart.
She asks how you are doing.
You have a short
Conversation,
The whole time
Her heart screaming inside her
Chest,
“I am so lonely.
So goddamn lonely.”
Her brain holding the dam straight and strong against
The welling of tears.
And she laughs.
She hugs you
A little longer than you feel comfortable so
You let go
And
“Let’s catch up soon”
And she glances to the ocean.
The ocean who is always calling.
And she thinks how much she longs to go to her.
“The ocean will hold me as long as I need
And stroke my tangled hair.”
She asks for nothing
In return.
“And i do not need to speak.
I walk on to where i need to go
Leaving the ocean for
Now.
She waits for my return.”
Her heart beating morse code,
Begging,
Wait for me. Wait for me.
I do believe
Even the shadows
Flowers cast
To be beautiful.