Stare at the sky and you will realise,
realise you forgot clouds move and suns shine.
They rush past while time spent is in your head.

Take a moment, to breathe, to listen,
listen to the stillness and allow it to consume you.
Allow yourself time to not think, not feel.

Its not often we appreciate the beauty of nature.

Listen to the orchestra the world sings,
sings for everyone to hear the beauty in the sounds.
Leaves falling in time to the branches groan in the wind.

Nature isn't just the outdoors,
it is everything on this planet, including you.
the sunrises upon your legs from a fall, your inner beauty singing.

*More often we need to allow out fingertips
dip into fresh streams, to feel the cool water
and take time to love ourselves as we love the beauty of our surroundings.

One day our sun will stop burning
One day the universe will freeze, contract, and be born again
Empires will fall and rise
Those we love will be born, and will die
But I could face all of this holding your hand
Watching the rest of the world crumble around us
As dust returned to dust

moonlight dances softly between branches
marking its territory on the cold
lonely leaves
crunching beneath the soles of my feet
temporarily drowning out the sounds
of the night
placing my hand over the damp bark
breathing in its earthy scent
an innocent bat falls
from his beloved tent
cradled in my ***** palms
fur as soft as a rabbits undercoat
wings fragile
thin
together we embrace our faults

Kaila
you say that we all make mistakes
your dizzy vision &
sloppy decisions
account for the kiss you never intended
to happen
you say that alcohol weakened your inhibitions
i say it weakened what we have
if you kiss her once
you might kiss her twice
i tell you more in spite
but
remember how hurtful my words can be
should they cut you?
and rip at your heart
the way you tore at mine?

we can pretend that we're just friends
the depth of our emotions reaching just above the heart
careful not to drop any further
or our ways are bound to part

we can pretend that i'm not hoping
that your feelings are close to mine
ignore these useless butterflies
i do this every time

we can pretend that i'm not falling
deeper into your eyes
locking me in
and holding me captive
trying not to cry

we can pretend that i'm not broken
seeing you with her
but pretending only gets you so far
what's left is only hurt

I'll keep drinking my coffee, but i'm afraid of the crash
the life i've lived lying in front of me in tiny remnants
staring at the basket, i wish to smell that sweet orange
i wish i felt something when my young sister dances
"just open your eyes" she said "you will see the pathway"
darling, you know i would, but i'm afraid to peek

"But i remember you running in the dark, never reluctant to peek
you knew that i had you, i'd never let you crash
i crushed all of the sticks under my feet, creating a pathway
all you had left were the shameful remnants
at the end of the night you said that the leaves did their dances
don't you remember when i picked you that orange?"

she thinks i can smell that sweet scent of an orange
i'm certain i could, if i were back at my peak
those were the times i could join in on her dances
the days when beauty could revoke the crash
before my soul felt scattered to remnants
an illuminating light created my pathway

"sister, my darling, your pathway is gold
the grass that surrounds it turns orange from light
soon all the green will be remnants of dark
the sun will shine bright from the peak
the crash you are feeling only hurts for a while
it all blows away when the leaves do their dances"

my sister she dances at the thought of this all
leaving her pathway of charm and beauty
i've never seen such perfection crash or come close
her twirling body, her orange locks
falling gently at the peak of her shoulders

my sister she left me her remnants of toast
i watch her continue her dances of joy
she noticed me peak as i sipped on my tea
her pathway, large enough for us both to enjoy
i peeled the last orange, breathed in its citrus scent
the empty tea mug made a crash in the sink

sometimes
it only takes one human being
to awaken ones true self again
all it takes
is the smallest exchange of words &
the you
you thought was lost and buried in the trenches
reveals itself untouched
the dullness of living escapes
from every inch of your body &
is replaced by the colors that surround her
she was my muse
the most beautiful
inspiring
passionate woman to step into my world
belonged to someone else
& yet
i am forever tainted with her ethereal presence

& for that i am grateful.

you know the moment
the one when someone crawls across your mind all day
completely saturating it &
before the day is over
they find some way of reaching you
it's as if despite the distance &
the silence
they can still see into your mind
maybe
they just spent half the day
dwindling upon the same wavelength as you
in fact
its exactly like that
i always know that
if i think hard enough
sooner or later
your precious words will dance with mine
in a place of their own
it's that moment in time when you question fate &
its existence

or is it simply coincidence?