the moon, so silent,
abstract and wondrous for the life
it breathes in me which
easily ignites my desire
though i only wish to captivate it with words
i have no intention of ever reciting to you
it whispers of vagueness
and i listen intently
remembering when you and i shared within
the very spirit of beauty
each and every
midnight rendezvous 'til
i whisper 'i love you' through teary eyes
oh, if i could alter these memories then
i'd surely have us together, and
in the essence of dreams, forevermore...
forevermore
abstract and wondrous for the life
it breathes in me which
easily ignites my desire
though i only wish to captivate it with words
i have no intention of ever reciting to you
it whispers of vagueness
and i listen intently
remembering when you and i shared within
the very spirit of beauty
each and every
midnight rendezvous 'til
i whisper 'i love you' through teary eyes
oh, if i could alter these memories then
i'd surely have us together, and
in the essence of dreams, forevermore...
forevermore
it pains me
through depth i cannot fathom
to know you linger quietly,
so alone.
through depth i cannot fathom
to know you linger quietly,
so alone.
while absorbed by your chaos--
the tenderness of a misguided fool,
i well up.
why have we fallen,
broken... together yet
so far apart.
your very heart
entwined
with thought which
bleeds an immeasurable
torment begs of the rain
for love
and i
can only watch you as you mourn.
undyingly i have failed you
for how i couldn't
save you from
all we've lost.
is this just or
something we anchor from our longing?
my thoughts linger
ever often
during hours in which
the world seems
to doze beneath the moonlit skies
i'm alone, while waiting for...
something. anything.
and i cry to the stars for your
amorous touch.
where are you and
do you think of me too?
days when we were
so fond of beautiful sunsets
haunt me.
my eyes veiled.
oh, you seem so near, yet
so far, so far, so far.
how has it come to this?
i need you.
of the bone which came to a man
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
from a lynx that captured a goose
to find it was of great power
but denounced all the things he knew
that had laced a life alone
into whatever it was that came
and for every time he tied
his foolishness deep in shame
my elders told me of these things
the history that they knew
to pave them into forever
across the teachings they've imbued
and how I've not forgotten,
as a young boy I've listened so
to these tales that they had told me
so my own embrace their echo
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"One spring, near Lake Winnipeg, a single snow goose appeared high in the air. It glided down on a smaller lake and swam to shore. Nearby and quietly, a lynx crouched as the wind shifted on the goose's scent into his nose. For a brief moment, the goose lifted his head, listening. But before it could rise again safely, the lynx had it in his teeth. The lynx feasted down to bones and feathers. Then, just as he began to crack a bone for marrow, a man called out and the lynx was quick into the trees. Only artifacts of the goose remained, but among them, the man found a bone said to protect the heart--a "wishing bone." He examined it slowly. Later, he found that the bone was a tool of metamorphosis, which allowed him to become a "trickster" capable of wishing things into existence, and himself into various situations." -- A Swampy Cree tale as told by Jacob Nibenegenesabe and Samuel Makidemewabe.
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