fear.
envelopes me like a nightmare.
i can feel its talons.
raking my skin.
caressing.
all the scars.
fear you unwelcome old foe.
back from the dead.
i risked your uprising.
with the sunshine in my soul.
when i laughed just a little too loudly.
i woke you.
for you to cut me.
with the truth.
of all that walks.
with me.
inside me.
that the people might see.
that they might know me.
and from my mouth.
i give a little cry.

and they fell, with such intensity
among the leaves of laughter
and rolled around in history
crumbling leaves of distance
all gold, and brown
and free

and they stayed there and they rested
comfortable
and sighing
at home, at peace, and rested

the sweet wanting of desire wakes them
the sensuous dew at dawn
brushing aside
the distancing of sleep

and there in the valley
with the leaves all green and gold
only truth is speaking
only truth is told

because no less
would be deserved
and no less would
be received
a soft breeze that tickles the soul
brights the light
and shines
on leaves
all orange and gold.