Strange tides
as shifting sands clutch my ankles
I am home again
in a sea of change.
The world shakes, expands
and rolls on invisible tracks through space
as I am pulled
Apart and breathless
Under full moons hidden in shadow.
What remains, left unsheltered
is the smallest nugget,
polished gold.
I burn fast and melt
into nooks and crannies
of belonging
while all around whispers
of leaves fall in sweet longing
onto moss and soil, countless
ancestors' songs
of mourning,
I am wilted and tall
I fold and reach skyward
I am endless and small
a chaotic mass
of synchronized heartbeats,
a shell of swollen light
ensconced by sheets of skin
I no longer fathom
outside looking in
I watch idly
as creation flows
against a backdrop
of antique lamps,
worn tapestries
alone in time
surrounded
by infinite
potential
A touch, a glance,
I leap into the dance
and I'm carried on a swell
of change
In dreams, I believe.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
Strange tides
as shifting sands clutch my ankles
I am home again
in a sea of change.
The world shakes, expands
and rolls on invisible tracks through space
as I am pulled
Apart and breathless
Under full moons hidden in shadow.
What remains, left unsheltered
is the smallest nugget,
polished gold.
I burn fast and melt
into nooks and crannies
of belonging
while all around whispers
of leaves fall in sweet longing
onto moss and soil, countless
ancestors' songs
of mourning,
I am wilted and tall
I fold and reach skyward
I am endless and small
a chaotic mass
of synchronized heartbeats,
a shell of swollen light
ensconced by sheets of skin
I no longer fathom
outside looking in
I watch idly
as creation flows
against a backdrop
of antique lamps,
worn tapestries
alone in time
surrounded
by infinite
potential
A touch, a glance,
I leap into the dance
and I'm carried on a swell
of change
In dreams, I believe.
