You don't care


About the little things



That mean a lot


To me

When did
our conversations
turn into
something we're both
forced to have?

When did
knowing about you--
your smile,
your life,
your soul--
become a chore?

all that i
have left
the earth
the moon and
the stars
the things
that nourished
us all
arms embrace
the soul
eyes of laughter
make us whole
heart etched
in gold
all that
i have left
are the
things that
nourished us all

to run
stay
stand
believe

to love as an action
not as a feeling

to breathe
and to see
as with intention
& not as a need

and to need

these needs are burning wants
& I want everything in terms of
*freeing

the voice of
the
wooden lute
awaken
the
laughter
break through
Arianna's
eyes