Well those days I swore at you were something
The one person who acknowledged my sorrow
A world-full, I had, and could no longer contain
Here atop my shoulders
So you came and took it upon yours
Shared the burden, my ride or die
Put me back in gear and on the road
If you stumble now and then
Send up a flare, a signal to me
I’ll see the smoke and I’ll know
To link arms with you, friend
To help make life okay again
May it be, my brother
May it be
Gentle tresses
Green-gold glittering
The smiling River Seine
Motor clean
Steel trap sensibility
On bee-line Westerly wind
Ok, Change gods, have your holy way
For, with me or without me, you’ll carry on today
I choose, with me, my goal remains to grow
Now move upon your mandate, I’ll close my eyes and go
As you adjust the channel, I’ll hold on, right or wrong
Spin me up a new song, I’ll learn to sing along
Proof I wasn’t broken when we met
I loved unguarded
Neither life vest nor safety net entered into the equation of me plus you
I just trusted my breath and followed the man who’d stolen it from me
I trusted
Not knowing you couldn’t
Never expecting you’d studied me, unwilling instead to blindly follow wherever your heart might take you
I was a calculated move for you
Where did that get you but gone
And I can no longer breathe
There’ll be no bicycle parked outside my heart
At your disposal
Your hands are unclean
Your feet too unwilling
Not enough strength in your lungs
To ride with my whimsy
I backtrack along backroads that lead to sunflower fields
And I’ve seen your eyes fall short of reverence
I offer too often, too much — my invitation time and again to set a spell
For the sunlight’s forever waning
It’s a light we need to follow
Can’t I wish to hold each photon with you?
You can’t deserve me
Leave on your shoes, eat berries
Stay in the bramble
Original Thought Credit: “Aurora Leigh;” Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We each do need to save ourselves
To move through
To move on, if we’re lucky
This picture
This paint, these colors, peeling
Won’t always be adhered to this wall
This wall won’t always be
Talk to me and I’ll talk to you
Scream if you need to
I sometimes do
Alone, on our own, for now
But someday we’ll talk with eachother
It’s what the sage says
Some gravitational pull
Or easterly mysticism
Compelled my travels
I had to go to Planet X today
What promised to be a meditative thing
Instead left me
I, now with mere baubles and defunct space junk
Re-entry burned me
The landing gave me new perspective
The Earth is indeed flat
Love is always light-years away
There’s no cadence to this
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