Your absence is loud As if the air were screaming To me that you're gone
I have been the rain So I could fall upon your skin With each drop another kiss Just so I could touch your lips
I have been the moon So I could bring you light at night So you wouldn't feel alone Or feel a darkness in your home
You have been a shiver Your touch a spark along my spine I can feel you in this room When your thoughts of me resume
We have been vines Woven together You wonder if my mind's on you While I'm wondering it too In doing so we make it true And suddenly I am there with you
We aren't so different You and I
Birds nestled under Ocean sky
Though
You are an osprey Taking flight from sand
And I’m a kiwi Watching you from land
She used to look out the window With eyes darting around Like the fluttering of birds Was the greatest joy she found And marvel at the rustling leaves Chirping and chittering sounds Enthralled by creatures great and Small that roam upon the ground
Hardly would she ever venture Out into that very wild land So safe behind that pane of glass So safe to let her world expand Sometimes we would sit by the door Glory under that sun so grand She lived a quietly sheltered life It was a choice I understand
She rolls over in bed An agonizing, exhausting effort So her face is resting On the corner of his pillow
It still smells like his Shampoo from last night's shower His familiar scent that lingers A lifetime of him on fabric
She doesn't know when it got dark But the wind is battering Against the small bedroom window Knocking, knocking, retreating
His side of the bed Has a deeper mattress imprint She feels she could fall into it And be a part of him again
She hears the front door open It's not his footsteps Her daughters climb in beside her And no one speaks or sleeps
Today is a gray day, endlessly cloudy One blanket across the sky The world is smaller now, with that barrier The haze shrouding the sun, the blue The earth is contained under the veil
Under the darkness of the clouds The sun does not beg for engagement We are pardoned of participation A nebula of clouds thrown over earth They say rest, you are allowed to
Ice covered ponds do not shimmer California poppies sleep in Beaches are spared their trodden sands Paint the sky gray and the world sighs Exhale, the day is small and so are we
Make me a home inside you Build me a room With a lock and a key That you keep on a chain Around your neck
I have been a wandering soul But cage me and keep me With fire and fervor I am yours, I am yours In this room you are mine
Make me a home inside you Build me a room Of blackest obsidian For I am molten I could so easily melt you
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
There are many places where
May begins as winter And ends as summer
I wonder if that's Hard on a month,
To always be in transition
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
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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