on a random, weatherless afternoon.
No rain to run from;
No looking back to watch it fall.
No snow to measure
the heavy depth in which my legs can stand
No mile long resume of muddy footprints.
No sun to serve as a golden compass
and lead me to familiar streams.
No wind to lift me back
to my subconscious.
I forgot who I was
while worrying about what you wanted me to be.
I paddled fast through your dreams
with no time to sleep and know my own.
Now my hope sleeps
where priceless treasures have deeply sunk;
Where only those who breathe no more can live.
So I sit beneath a weeping tree
waiting for my first morning
to dawn on me;
For a soft path beaming with opportunity
to spark my ambitions,
so I can wipe the long, dark midnight
off of these sleepy eyes,
and finally
move on
to discover me.
where priceless treasures have deeply sunk;
Where only those who breathe no more can live.
So I sit beneath a weeping tree
waiting for my first morning
to dawn on me;
For a soft path beaming with opportunity
to spark my ambitions,
so I can wipe the long, dark midnight
off of these sleepy eyes,
and finally
move on
to discover me.
I love this one, too!
ReplyDeleteEveryday we discover something new about ourselves, don't we? You make me happy
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing piece. I imagine this to hang on refrigerators all over the country. I think this should be part of a campaign.
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