i hid behind a mask everyday,
my true emotions unseen,
i smile at you with crying eyes,
but you could never notice that.
after all these years my mask started to fade,
that porcelain smile turned to dust and blew far far away,
...fear all now on full display.
what about your happiness?
it flew away.
before i sleep swear to visit my dreams,
whisper broken promises up on my lips let me inhale the poisoned fumes,
i won't stop you,
i will love you,
i will become blind to the lies,
unfeeling to the ties that bind my soul to yours,
you stole my heart,
and refused to give me yours.
i see the world in her eyes,
she is mother earth,
her skin the colour of the richest earth bringing forth a plentiful harvest,
her limbs long; beautiful and they flow like the waves calm and graceful but capable,
her hips wide bearing the greatest fruit; you; me and what shall be,
her feet are rooted strong and steady,
from her lips come the gentle winds or the thunderous storms.
mother nature in all her wonders
growth is a process,
a slowly setting lingering process,
'growing up' is something i have always feared,
looking back and missing my youthful years,
only to be confronted by the struggles of adulthood,
wanting to stay inside my mother's embrace,
but growth is a process that always takes place.
you are beautiful
despite the harsh lashes that society gives
you truly are
your eyes come in countless shades of browns, greens and blues
such beautiful blues yet i only hear a sorrowful tune
your hair is wondrous
it either reaches to caress the rays of the sun or falls to flow with the oceans tides
as pale as freshly fallen snow or packed with melanin so thickly the night turns to you in despair
you are beautiful
don't believe otherwise
I hold your life inside my own
as you hold me
in your sea of seeds and waving reeds
Beach grass on breast of sand
Ripples of wind
Across my dune
Tracing the mark of a high tide
with my wanderings
Will I be the last?
to recall its highest reach upon the land?
I note the smell of dead and ebb
Would change it all on my return
if it were up to me
And once I started running out
“Wait! O, Wait!”
The sand bars
between the tide pool’s
red whispers of you
I now believe
gulls turn time in their wings