I can see you all so clearly, phantoms
Flickering round the fire.
Bodies glittering in the light, laughter
Spiraling through the air.
I can feel the sweet rustic woodsmoke
Wrapping embers in my hair,
I can breathe the memories clearly
Until you’re all once again
I can feel myself
Healing, growing, and learning
It is a blessing.
Though I am not sure
What is changing within me;
Chaos is fleeing.
For the first time in
A painfully long nightmare
I can breathe freely.
There is not any
Panic blossoming within
Just a warm, slow peace.
Such slowness is rare
In my life it has been few;
I will consume it.
Steady, soft, complete
My heartbeat returns to me
Where it always was.
Little bits of gold
Hidden in the trees;
Honeyed twigs and branches
Unfurling fronds of greenery, dripping from the breeze
Sunlight touches everything, hiding
precious metals in the trees.
I try to bathe
In the shallowest of streams;
Why I cannot
pine-shells and mud clumps, rivers and vines
I like you now and love you all of the time
silvering skies, blossoming eyes
the rivers that run through my heart seek a prize
i speak to the mountains, they chuckle and sigh
the treetops wave down at the seas with delight
feathers and roots, charred logs and sticks
my dear, i’m wholly in love with your rhetoric.
I can never be a pilot
Nor an astronaut
I cannot dredge the seas
Or climb the mountaintops
I cannot be a surgeon, nor a soldier
Will never be allowed to hold death in my hands
But I can be a fighter
And a lover, and a writer
I can breathe the oceans and sail the sky
I will always see the heights if they’re set under the right guise
the only thing i need to live the world
There is such a strong memory in me
concrete and water
the buzzing of the trees, the steaming of the leaves
i can feel the rough-stone against my hands, the wet bricks lapped by endless sands
the tumbling shadows through the branches, currents caught by the wilder-man
i hear the scraping of the twigs, the breaking rustle of their twins
no one can remove this energy