(picture by @happyhacker74)
She was a will-o’-the-wisp,
He was a boy,
Who blindly followed her through the dark.
Then just as he thought,
She was tangible enough to touch.
And as the dawn brushed the earth,
It showed him just how lost,
He really was.
My veins are blocked with the emotions I hold.
And I struggle to breathe.
So cut me open,
To see what’s inside,
If you want to know my thoughts.
For I have run out of words,
To give to you.
I see your words,
The rhythm of your silences.
So much drama.
It used to break me.
They are the bricks that build my wall,
That cut me off from you.
And I can rebuild myself.
Once upon a time,
The Sun fell in love with the Moon.
She loved him so much,
That she wrapped him in her light,
So he wouldn’t be lost in the dark,
And so others could see his beauty too.
And even though they would never meet,
They sometimes shared the same sky,
As he lingered to see the day.
When she saw him,
She would fall in love with him all over again.
And as her light fell onto Earth’s floor,
She streaked it silver with her tears,
Leaving her mark for him to find in the dark,
So he would know he wasn’t alone.
And that he was loved.
The trees are restless for the dawn today.
They tremble and pace,
Calling to the sky,
Trying to be heard over the rain.
Today I opened my mouth,
And all the words I’d hidden,
And as I talked,
With such a crushed heart,
My mind was ever so surprised.
When the storm comes,
It’s darkness steals all light,
Until you don’t know,
If your feet are still on the ground.
If you still exist.
And sometimes to get a little lost
Is what you need.
She slipped below the surface
Not to drown
But to swim away
A world so still
Pressed between the pages