I am sorry.

Three words that can help heal
Yet we often find it so hard to utter
Our pride gumming up our tongues
So they lay silent, our lips mute
I have never understood that difficulty
To take responsibility
Regardless the action
We are built to withstand pain
Not create it

Look around you.

Pain is an art form
One we have perfected
In what could be the sunset of our civilization
We are still as un-evolved emotionally
As our dawning
Such great pains are taken in the name of progress
Foul atrocities that stain our hands
When working together, as one heart
One whole
We could have sparkled bright in these last rays
Instead we are judge and executioner
With little thought to how we will look
When that sun rises again

Clouds gather
Shadows race across the afternoon
The tops of trees sway towards the ground
As if hungry for it's solid kiss
Rumbles echo in the near distance
Electricity crackles in it's wake
Thor sending love notes
A veritable visual feast of destruction
Strange swirls form funnels
Whisking everything it's path
Up
Soon the roar of a train engine
Careening out of control down steel tracks
Circles closer to where you think is safe
Hidden
Whipping wind harder and harder
Big Bad Wolf storm
Determined to blow your house down

The sun glints off of your sable pelt
Furry dust motes float around
Angelic curves that purrr
Sleeping away the afternoon without a care
How wonderful it must be
To only worry about me

Your position has always been passive
Aggressive when it comes to me
Pulled and stuffed into this little box
You see me fitting in with ease
For your eyes only
This whole private dancer mentality
Will get you torn apart
By a razor edged whit
That you are unable to contend with
No shackles
No chains
No supposed emotional ties
Will ever lock me up or shut me down

You'll need soft touches and hard *****
For that

My hands were little
Where yours where not
Tipped in cherry red satin
Flowers seemed to follow your footsteps
"Hold ya!"
My arms stretched high above your knees
For love
I grew up knowing that comfort
Every tear. Every heartbreak.
Soothed by your whispers
Calmed against the cradle of your heart
When the time comes
For you to  ease into the shadows
Know that these arms will be there
*As your's have always been before

Morning yawns over the valley
Quiet right before the light
Then a chorus of birdsong echo's
Through softly swaying tree tops
Rain falls in a steady rhythm
White tailed mother's guard thickets
Snorting gently to reassure their young
It cannot rain all of the time little one
Low clouds linger
Breathing in our atmosphere
To coat withered midnight lungs
In peace
Lush green perks up, unfurls new leaves
Ready to soak up another day

Can be exceptionally rough...*and beautiful