I lie in the moment
Awaiting collapse
Remembering your face
So important to me
And a smile to my lips
A beat to my heart
A memory returns
One to restart
As day shall return
One to remember
One to awake.
Tag: return
Notes (day 2296)
On the note that I wrote
I said I wasn’t able to grow
It had two long names
I’m not about to repeat
But at the end of the letter
I had two last words
That never came out
Because I had become afraid of you
And then I left unheard
With a broom in my hand
Sweeping up each piece
That shattered as I wept
About the loss of a book
Written two pages at a time
As if it knew it’s turn
And I shall not return
For I have a note in my pocket.
Fingertips (day 1777)
When did my hands start to look so old?
I hope one day I will return
And it will wash away
And I will be let out to run
In the sweet grass that stains
My fingertips
Pigeon Wigglers (day 1556)
When I said that I had been
And would once again return,
I really did mean it.
Not like those pigeon wigglers
Roaming without a cause.
Return (day 1528)
Return my mouth of suffering;
Return to a place where a brook lightly flows,
Where footsteps – delicately laid –
Digress with foggy mountain hillsides
Tangled deep amidst rose bushes,
Willow whips, cedars wide and pine needles fallen.
Return my mind to awake and aware,
Where fluttering wings present
Gusts of wind amidst tiny chatter from illustrious nutcrackers.
Return me to my home –
Nestled among wild things,
For ohana lives there.
Namaskar, Namaskar, Namaskar.
No (day 117)
No, I’m not waiting
I’m not sitting here anymore
Like I’ve sat so long already
Waiting for a day to come
That’s probably already passed
I can’t think you’ll return
I can’t think it wasn’t bad
I’ve got to hold my hand out
Catch a cup full of rain water
Drink it with my blood: so hot
Drink it with my life: forgot