as each turn of phrase endures
the fall
from my heart
toward the inviting page
i ponder where they've originated
truly
is it...
heaven?
do i believe in such a thing?
oh no! even-handed answers do not
derive from whence they came...
at least i don't think.
i consider what they may
possibly mean to me
as i bare my unyielding soul
could it be
that i am vacant in the exact moment
i proceed to conjure their beautiful life?
perhaps. but no answer,
no matter the inquiry,
is quite as simple.
and so, i tie all i know together
within the old tree
that sits just outside my window
as i write.
nature itself surely must hold the key.
whimsical winds caress the erect trees
and brim an energy
which we all know except...
not all of us realize.
what is an impossible question? a riddle?
where do i come from and
what am i?
to this i can only whisper
with my fingers tangled in my hair:
"a 'poet' is all i know
i can be."
such silence instills within
and summons me to beckon you;
oh, you who are seldom coy to the fact
that discretion is a barrier
i know, i know how love is
evermore the reason,
naturally entwined
two hearts bare all... you
practically die
when will i drift into dreams as you
quite often do
dear, spiritual dweller,
how will i get there?
printed softly by the feel you leave are
scented tracings of wherever you've been
while verging on that unhinged route;
an impracticable thing
loyalty whispers and you
must go,
yes, go... go home...
go home then
echo sacredly in the wind
and calm until silence instills
and summons me to beckon you;
oh, you who are seldom coy to the fact
that discretion is a barrier
i know, i know how love is
evermore the reason,
naturally entwined
two hearts bare all... you
practically die
when will i drift into dreams as you
quite often do
dear, spiritual dweller,
how will i get there?
printed softly by the feel you leave are
scented tracings of wherever you've been
while verging on that unhinged route;
an impracticable thing
loyalty whispers and you
must go,
yes, go... go home...
go home then
echo sacredly in the wind
and calm until silence instills
yet again
i drift into shades of
extradition,
mud at my feet while
the muted silver skies seep
their looming confusion into the earth
extradition,
mud at my feet while
the muted silver skies seep
their looming confusion into the earth
thunder beckons but
i'll linger here awhile;
cold and unwanted by
the very breath which bore me
life... without love
i'll linger here awhile;
cold and unwanted by
the very breath which bore me
life... without love
where am i? how will i get
to where i think
i am going?
to where i think
i am going?
unclear of
what answer i could possibly offer
to solace
i mourn
my aching heart
unto oblivion
what answer i could possibly offer
to solace
i mourn
my aching heart
unto oblivion
sadness reaches, such...
loneliness consume me
as unbearably as ever, it seems
loneliness consume me
as unbearably as ever, it seems
i'm so glad for the rain... so
glad.
glad.
and as i try to
untangle
this brokenness fluently burdens
my eclipsing mind
my eclipsing mind
oh, heaven save me.
baiting my confessions,
the crossbones she hypnotically bares
chain me soundly by my heart
then lead me to a place i only thought
i truly knew
i trickle love
for the last thing she's ever whispered
to my death-knelt nobility
the utterance of that despair,
mirrored from her fragility,
assailed its taste from those muted silver skies
and the barren lands we wander
bewail debris
until at last i fall; crawling to death once more
before the night engulfs the earth
she inspires me to rise...
yes, to rise once again and follow her stricken soul
to wherever she may go
the crossbones she hypnotically bares
chain me soundly by my heart
then lead me to a place i only thought
i truly knew
i trickle love
for the last thing she's ever whispered
to my death-knelt nobility
the utterance of that despair,
mirrored from her fragility,
assailed its taste from those muted silver skies
and the barren lands we wander
bewail debris
until at last i fall; crawling to death once more
before the night engulfs the earth
she inspires me to rise...
yes, to rise once again and follow her stricken soul
to wherever she may go
"i watch the night sky while standing
before the ocean. have you ever thought what they both see? while gazing upward
the ocean has a perfect view of all of heaven. and heaven? well, when you
consider what she sees it's like she staring into a mirror. both attuned to each
other only not... heaven is all they both really see." -- Robert Anderson
heaven's shoal
it's as though i must
paint from the very view
which all of heaven sees
while gazing down to
the ocean's shoal
and as i
meagerly attempt to convey
how you reflect these
blue fragments of me
undyingly from the crevices
of my soul,
i yearn for you... yearn
for only
you
and cry
the darkened shades of your
majesty imply to me
that you're as i have always been,
am, and ever will be
for the sake
of my ambiguous dreams
you are my own
inner secret
self
i love you
paint from the very view
which all of heaven sees
while gazing down to
the ocean's shoal
and as i
meagerly attempt to convey
how you reflect these
blue fragments of me
undyingly from the crevices
of my soul,
i yearn for you... yearn
for only
you
and cry
the darkened shades of your
majesty imply to me
that you're as i have always been,
am, and ever will be
for the sake
of my ambiguous dreams
you are my own
inner secret
self
i love you
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