Love Me (day 582)

Perhaps it was when I let go of the past
That I stepped out from beneath the cloak
Beneath the warm resting place
So laid out with holy hay to please me

Those days in my memory fill this mind
With confusion and misunderstanding
No matter who I turn to in these days
They know not the turmoil I did feel

Of what I once was a true master
Now I look upon for no more
Not for lack of interest, true it not here
But for a displacement of my desires

I have moved on with passions
Into realms to you unknown
But this hardly make them
Any less of what I harboured inside

Please let me grow now
With the wings that you’ve given me
I’ve loved you for giving me them
Now love me for using them

Whispered On Breezes (day 411)

And why did I cry those symphonies of sadness
Gloating in my fear of change and misunderstanding
Shivering in my woven cottons, thick with dew

And why did I turn on the sad songs late at night
Darker than the dreams threaded upon the weary roads
Wilder than the rivers yet to be crossed

And why did I put out the white flag, tattered in the wind
Sickening the neighbors with fear and dread
Inviting the armies to beat down and rape

And why did I walk the street that had no name
Windy and uneven, thin and unkept, silent and poorly lit
With hands deep inside the pockets that had no bottom

It’s the answers I hear whispered on breezes late at night