From the depths I held a rope;
Coldest cold, hardest struggle,
Frosted reminder in a window.
A sister I once shared
Secrets every other day.
Shadow reaching to my hand
Take me, take me, take me again,
Spring is coming here once more
Where once snow fell to the floor
Golden brows caressed me
Arcs implying recollection
In a pool: my own reflection,
Looking back I see the signs
Take me, take me, take me again.
Tag: again
Kiss Me (day 1165)
Would you kiss me loudly?
Nude on the land.
Would you kiss me deeply?
Hand in hand.
Would you kiss me softly?
Sheets ‘bove our brows.
Would you kiss me desperately?
Mouthfuls of water.
Would you kiss me sadly?
Departing your essence.
Would you kiss me again?
I return, do return.
The Sapling and I (day 919)
Windy meadows that long ago
Were stripped of all their life:
Elegant firs, long needled pine
And birch that peels around.
They’ve all been reaped
Into a heap;
Grinding and turning
Paving and spreading
Strip malls and sidewalks.
All in the name of progress.
In belief of and for
Settlers heading west.
But where was I at these round tables
Where was my voice of reason?
Was I asked for my steady thoughts
To protect our mother’s children?
For now I am to blame.
Here to suffer
To pull at breath and
Leave my anguish at the door;
Kick off my factory shoes,
Step into my factory warmth,
And yawn my factory toil.
I am not anymore the savior sun;
A strong branch upon a tree
Deep within the forest.
But I am a sapling reaching up
Into the sky above.
A sign of life, natures life:
An orb of sweet Gaia
Stop (day 543)
I do not stop
When I finish
I start again
There isn’t pause
There isn’t hold
There isn’t TO
Go, go, go again
Go, away, again
Start
Persist
No relent
Always