You come to me in waves at night when my eyes have finally closed for the day and the time arises again…..you whisper beckoning change… you never compromise always finding an excuse to stay…. But I’m aware and comfortable go deeper.
You remind me of fields and flowers dangling from maidens hair as you brush baby’s breathe across their lips you are the satyr. Rebellious and free to independent to ever be anything less but always something more…always profound. Hair black eyes filled with dark seas rushing to shore always beckoning to go further near the truth… Playful sun kisses your cheeks whole. Bring the maidens near rest in a mossy place let the flowers grow from your palms into the ground you are the roots that were never sealed. Stolen away into the mundane but you still shine and hold near all the wild desires of the hidden past. You are the golden strand the one who never got used or diluted to extend as something you weren’t. Flowers flowers flowers. dripping from your brow as you glance meekly at the indulgence of spring to be reborn has never felt so good. I feel the mask slipping and shattering finally to be as it always should’ve been. How time has tested the lines in this face and changed the hands embrace into something less rigid now pure. Fall into the skies where you lie riding it’s cool embrace almost but never suffering.Ivory cascades how did we ever escape?
Found Found Found Found Found Found Found
Desperation bent on patience.
I’ve no where else to be I’m tired
Don’t let me rest too long or I’ll forget all the signs you’ve drawn on me.
Possibly trying to remember the map.
I’m forgetting who I am… only to become what I should have been.
