Let me walk with no agenda
to where the failed days are still rewarding.
No judgment,
no burden, no façade.
Let me take off all that is me
and become what is meant to be,
Who is meant to be.
Let me drop what is now and
run to the woods,
my solace, my love.
Let me rise with the sun and let it warm my heart
like you never could.
Let me sing with the barred owl at dawn,
and let me scream my lament with the crows.
Let the dew upon my feet be the tears
that wouldn’t fall.
I wipe them off so easily.
I am the moon, I am the sun,
the displaying turkey, the loping deer.
I am the morel living with the dead.
Let me be the maple,
the bramble, the peat.
Oh just let me be.
Let me be me.
In my home.
In the woods.
With the answer.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:52 PM UTC
Let me walk with no agenda
to where the failed days are still rewarding.
No judgment,
no burden, no façade.
Let me take off all that is me
and become what is meant to be,
Who is meant to be.
Let me drop what is now and
run to the woods,
my solace, my love.
Let me rise with the sun and let it warm my heart
like you never could.
Let me sing with the barred owl at dawn,
and let me scream my lament with the crows.
Let the dew upon my feet be the tears
that wouldn’t fall.
I wipe them off so easily.
I am the moon, I am the sun,
the displaying turkey, the loping deer.
I am the morel living with the dead.
Let me be the maple,
the bramble, the peat.
Oh just let me be.
Let me be me.
In my home.
In the woods.
With the answer.
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