If only you'd take me for a fool And not take me for granted like you do I would rather live on in some ignorant bliss Than taste the reality of this deathly kiss For this is too easy to understand This is too easy to lose ourselves in If you would only take me for another and not as I am To lay me down on this cold hard ground Pick up my pieces in some different form A brand new me raised from your ideal storm
If only you'd take me for a fool As fools are the ones who fall in love Whose words seem to fall from the stars above Dancing till dawn under cider filled skies They are the ones that carry life in their eyes So rescue me from this vagueness that consumes Our daily routine of me versus you And yet maybe you do, at night when i dream Delivering my innocence rebirthed anew For only a fool could keep returning to you
lying here waiting to wake may unconscious streams return me home as a gentle flow succumbs to riverbank meandering drift through memories of yore aromas of sweetest royal fern consume my days now passed for this night I long to wrap me around a reed buntings song so far from this storm of rattling gates destined to tear through a fragile facade reality she rides late on a January gale entrapping my dreams in her deceitful fog riverbank night heed a compassionate plea o let sleep announce that I may finally wake
only when we sleep are we sometimes truly awake to the beauty and possibilities of living...
(posted this one two years ago - feeling like this today)
So quick thoughts of you became a daily thing,
morning waking up with your face vividly burned
in the iris of my eyes, brighter than sunlight
filtering through the blinds in mid spring.
And I took you with me in the summer
your face riding the waves as I yearned
to taste more than the salty water.
Dreams of you became a daily sunset
your ghost shifting in winds of mid-summer
waiting for your love to bear fruit.
But autumn wishes dropped dry and brittle
carried by times helping me forget
reasons why holding on to such pursuit
when was faced with my reality.
Now winter approaches with frozen dreams
left out in the cold wrapped in a blanket of regrets
I dwell for a love in my heart deeply whittled
during the passing seasons of my life.
- H.O - https://soundcloud.com/som-40/seasons -
“And in the fall, the cold would wither that which was known, scattering new seed. In the spring, that which had been sleeping awoke and a new season of beauty began. For Life seeks life and builds a bridge across the darkest valley.” ― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness
This poem was inspired by a dream. Dark hair tied into a bun, pale skin, pensive eyes she looked towards the sky where the birds flying south left a longing in her eyes. I knew then I needed to let her go. I woke up feeling sad with a sense of loss. _________________________________________________________
“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.” ― Leonardo da Vinci