Mountain airs
Beautiful trees
Unending ridges
Or winding seas

The colorful furns
The flowery bees
The fallen rains
Or the whispering leaves

No looks
No sights
No sounds
Nor scenes

Can ever keep me from my words
Or yours from my eyes and hopeful promise to me
That if written or not
One day I'll be free

These humans have stoked my fires of old
With their chest beating brows
With their self praising pride

And so with my own and this hand of mine
I will move swifter than wind
And do my best to be better

And so they will find soon enough
In the waiting, wanting
In the destructive test

Fear is such a fleeting thing
A dream a dream
And in waking seeing
How's its gone as if it were never in being

But thoughts such as these
Which plague seven times over me
Are so much harder to set free
So much more difficult to let be

I am haunted by possibilities

It's a different sort of thing to feel
To go from one to another
No longer constantly

But to suddenly see
All of your fanciful dreams
Just as what they are in the light of day

Then you know what has been
And what will thankfully never be

And then suddenly you're free
But not in the way you'd imagines

Let alone in the time-frame

Yet you can finally see

The spiderwebbed shadows reach
Out like friendly hands
From the feet of trees known only to me
On both this way and in this moment
They grasp at feet belonging to us
And thoughts owned more by me

Yup

A human feeling
When left alone
Has no more significance
Than a breeze unseen
Than a wood no longer at ease

But how a human being can howl
And whip round a small meadow of community
When they are displeased
And feeling ever powerless in their small being

What an unseen sight indeed
By their own feelings trapped
If they'd just set themselves free

It is sad
To not see

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