I’m not the beast of a nothing place
I’m rich in earth
And stoic like pine of a thousand years.
I don’t look you in the eye,
I devour your hormone
And wax upon each death of your breath.
In death, I spy;
In wind, I vanish;
In grace I am all fingertips
Touching sensitive spots
That have found their way
Into my eyes of a blank canvas.
And this is not the answer in you,
It is only the place I once knew.
Tag: spy
Antiquity (day 2530)
Beyond the stairs we walked along
Beneath the wheel’s remains
The old Mill House, past Balmoral Lane
Antiquity remains.
I couldnt quite find a reason
To stop you, a look into your eyes
A wheeping heart we thought we spied
So luminous and full.
A plan developed in my mind
A gift of nature’s surprise
So I picked the lovely heart
And gave you my dear prize.
Ancient Forest, Ranger (day 2142)
Walking through the ancient forest
I pick up broken sticks
I pick up what has left the home
To wander alone, to wander, Ranger.
Many times I’ve shared my thoughts
With wholesome handsome faces,
In a trunk of ancient bark
I sing songs of fallen trees
That show me signs of what has begun
In silver rays of spying lightness
And broken sticks below my foot
Though an ancient forest I remain.
Enemy (day 874)
Hello my dear enemy who
I am your enemy too
I growl and spy
And really try
To make things hard for you