Please don't break the silence
Don't shuffle your feet around me
Don't murmur sweet nothings
Don't mumble with rage.

Please don't break my only barrier
It is my only armor
It is my only boundary
It is the only thing saving me.

Please don't disturb the winter
Let it's cold wrap unbroken around me
Let the white fill to capacity the dark
Let me savor the reality of it

Please don't make me see the summer
Please don't make me a guest in your warmth
Please don't make me have to leave
Please don't bring me an illusion

An elsewhere tribe
A group brought together for no reason at all.
A group kept together for the best reasons
A guide to the mysteries.

My life lacks direction
I go to classes to earn my degree and go about the daily Shuffle
I want to go into my mind, my heart, and explore the Elsewhere
My spirit lacks inspiration

Connectivity
I've never excelled in connecting with people to begin with
However, I have always wanted to connect on a deeper level
Interaction

I love the surreal
My heart soars at the supernatural, the unreal, the beyond
My heart dies in the modern world that demands reality
I die in the real

Where is my Tribe?
Who is my spirit looking for?
Where do I  find the missing part of myself?
Where am I?

He made me feel the Air.
Sacred Air
Element I could not connect to

There was, between us, Fire
Sacred Fire
Element that gave me passion

For my part, I brought Water
Sacred Water
Element that allowed me to adapt

For his part, he brought Earth
Sacred Earth
He allowed me to ground myself

Around us swirled the beautiful Spirit
Sacred Spirit
Allowed me to welcome another person

How is it then that now all I want to feel is
Air
Sacred Air
I wish I could ride through the wind
Take turns at the mere suggestion.
I wish I could
Connect to the Air

Her eyes watch the coming storm
Power flashes through the sky
Ancient forces which will not cease in the modern landscape.

Her heart pounds feeling the coming storm
Dark clouds race with the ground
Ancient father sky wages his war on our modern landscape.

Her fingers catch the droplets of the coming storm
Earth drinks the blessed offering
Ancient mother Earth soothes the soul in our modern landscape.

Her lungs breathe the scent of the coming storm
Vaulted sky, humble human, cradling earth
Ancient connection fires spirit alive despite the modern landscape.