To sit
To wait
To think
Contemplate
I like to wait
To say
What I mean
What you say
When you pray
Do you edit?
Who knows
SO many ways
For this to go
TO jump from thought
TO thought so quick
Like a frog
Who sits
Who waits
Ribbits
Asymmetry
Can't wait to figure
To find
What it means
Equation
BETTER/WORSE
I think not
It is what you make it
Each day
Second
Each hour
That passes
We choose
Wait
Have thought
OR not
Brambles
Of branches
Of torn splinters
Masses
Of tumbleweeds
Each Root
Vein on a leaf
A pattern emerging
A drip
Each spatters off
I listen inside
I wait
Thinking
Way underneath
The flesh
The bone
The heart
Your throne
Only I know
What it really means
These thoughts
This soul
I think I believe
The soil
we till
each day
we dare to live
to love
to take the chance
say YES
I did
Where it's all buried
I want to unearth
I want to churn up
I want to smell
Wet earth
Go back under
I say to myself
I say to myself
The past matters nothing
Holds no weight
Only cobwebs
Ghosts
Dust
Days
Dusty blazed trails
Yes.
A time when sweet love
Turns to dust
Of youth
On a road
A kiss
The sun going down
Behind the mountain
This vault
Holds time
Holds scent
Holds emotions strong enough to remember
How do we let it all go
Time
Takes
Time heals all wounds
Yes.
But leaves the way the day looks
Tastes
Sounds
For all of you
All for you
Monday, March 5, 2012
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