I would die tonight if it wouldn't break your heart
I would swallow down all the hate and shame,
Pill by pill,
Sip by sip,
Until nothing remained, but the bottom of the glass ,
And the empty pill container.

I would lay myself across the floor,
In the path of the moon beams,
Waiting for the Great Mothers eye to find me.
Scoop me up,
And carry me into the wind.

And in the morning.
When the sun rose, and the light hit my corpse,
I would shine, for the very first time.
But I cant
Because your heart would break.
I wont carry that with me tonight.

Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.

hiding in the dark
a retreat to solitude
the trees hold my hand

Couldn't wait to see you
Then when I did
I wondered why