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
I am always asking questions I am a hypothetical idea I am a torrent of branching thoughts Meanings are occasionally sought
I am a half circle above a dot I am a rumination I am the one planting a seed No rain or sunshine guaranteed
I am the roots that are growing Down into the depths of the earth Reaching and probing so much deeper But I am also axiom's keeper
I miss loving you Where did that feeling go? I keep searching Through my pockets, Checking under the bed, Did it blow out the window?
Or did it simply Get smaller, start to fade? Like snow on a sunny day, Maybe it just started Dissolving away.
Pull me along On those strings you Claim belong to a Heart Carelessly you Dragged me down You tore my Spirit apart
If I were as cruel As you make me feel I would help you Break Sticks and stones Crushing your bones You made a Grave mistake
He said I wasn't the center Of the universe but I was a star He never orbited around me And I was strong but never asked
I was no galaxy I had no planets
But he was an asteroid that Got caught up in my pull He could never look at me Or be close enough to touch
I was too bright I was too hot
And I could not be cold or dull I was a wildfire untamed So I was just one burning star Among the infinite others
Where do moths live in winter? Where do wild chickens go? I see them out now that it's spring But how did they brave the snow?
How do frogs slow their bodies To sleep within the ice? Who else shelters in the walls With the warm and cozy mice?
I wonder if the fish feel cold When all the lakes freeze over Now I welcome back the friends I haven't seen since last October
Though the finches and the foxes Have been here all year long I just saw the first chipmunk Since all of them had gone
How do rabbits breathe In all the ground they are under? I guess that I could look it up But it's more fun to wonder
There are Monarchs in Mexico Where kings and queens still reign Lording over salvia and milkweed In their glorious campaign
Yet nomadic in their nature In summer fleeing their domain The Monarchs journey ever north Old royal kingdoms to reclaim
The dynasty will carry backwards An intricate floating train Resting upon their paladin trees The ruling of Monarchs ever arcane
Maybe you're wearing that winter coat Because you're not used to Places that snow Or places that make other people feel cold
And when you exhale all that smoke I can see your breath Air out your mouth Air coming out that makes no words
Maybe you're wearing that winter coat Like downy armor Standing so close and still so far from me In a jacket so lovely
An ember in my hand Is a small and safe delight It burns of course Palm scarred for life Leave your imprint on me, fire
But place it in the earth And it will tear its way through Scorch the ground and then The trees until there's nothing Left but a smoldering oblivion
As a lover of fire As someone made of flames For this destruction I have only this tearful apology Lost in the blackest smoke
Now my eyes watch moths And spiders, crickets in the night, Infinity's glowing diamonds, The darkest skies alight.
I keep company in blades of grass That were browned by the sun. An eternity of passions passed, If asked, I'll say it's done.
Belong do I to the moon And what it does to all the sea. It cycles through all I have left, We're bound, the moon and me.
Moonlight, moonlight You are so much kinder to me Than your lover sun Who is so demanding As to burn.
You, the brightest one Who watches over us Whispering, "do not be afraid," You, who makes the dark A bedroom.
Moonlight, moonlight Caretaker of the earth Giver of sweetest dreams, I keep you with me in the day As thoughts.
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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