I have been to lavender fields on what you might call
“A great day.”
Oh that the flowers would have told me,
“Love buds not with him — come fast away!”
He’ll not pray that you sit
He’ll not fight the good fight
He’ll not be by your side ‘til the end
You’re the bride and the groom
You’re your own epic bloom
You’re your bravest and loving best friend
Sometimes you’re certain
Signs say it’s safe to surface
Should they lie, survive
Take what you gave
What they so freely took
Back
Un-name it
Re-name it
Yours again now
To own
To celebrate
To sing and dance about
To hold
Now This instead of That
To release
As You Wish
And never for takers to taste
Wherever is my friend
What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand
Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand
Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss
Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross
I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive
To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive
Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day
When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away
You stay out there
All I hear’s the breeze
August alone again, prove me wrong
Dreams turned to nightmares
Out of the woods now, but strictly ill-willed attackers want me
Or — what I can give them
Still, every day, I show up
Smiling
Asking for more
Only arms-length adorers greet me
A bridge they must cross
All I am is a testimony
You can survive
Chaos
Abandonment
Doormatism
Abuse
Abandonment
Abandonment
Abandonment
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