To be determined
A home grown up in
Change comes for us all
And truly beloved
As the tree falls
Pillars begin to crumble
And new shoots begin to grow.
As a grown up
The leaves will change
As old trees fall
A temporary escape
Can only be temporary
Summer is fleeting
Return to the clockwork
Ticking tocking grinding
Restart the gears
I can be more
I will be more
I will do better
Walking, following my shadow in front of me,
so capable of holding my dream in your dark complexion, a friend that walks steadily through the line ‘tween what is real and what is dream.
The two kiss,
like an explosion of light
from that one painted street lamp.
What is seeing when it rips the structure asunder piece by piece till what you thought was solitary and enduring becomes nothing more then water flowing?
So like fantasy is this life I breathe,
where does one end and the other begin,
the line shrinks from distinction.
Lost at sea in both the real and fantasy, overlaying my beloved notions of Beauty upon the seen.
I attempt at wholeness, to wholly see another without my ideas strangling them.
Stand back you defenders, allow for the balance. So hard it is to walk with your head in the clouds as your feet take root in the softening ground. I look to where the two meet and think on the space between my shadow, a dream, and my feet, the concrete.
Hi to all my lovely readers,
We have been on hiatus for a little while due to some personal issues going on
A more public post about this will come later, for now we are going to try and start pushing out new content soon and please stay tuned!
We are now in March, Spring is coming, things get better!
Peace & Love!