In the meadow comes a quiet
Where your eyes speak out of turn
My silent grip is painfully tight
But letting go is none your concern
Given space
It exists too much for us between
When the closer that we become
The farther away we are to dream
And it hurts, leaving self within the void
Know the one you love is somewhere
In me, the holder tonight you must let go
Wait no longer

And I am feathered by the moonlight
Open your wings when you speak
We fly forever southward
As these kisses begin to sting
And I slowly drift from you farther
Leave the trees to embrace my fall
And I’ll be nestled in the forest
If for me you’ll search at all

My eyes follow the broken branches
Of my love within the fall sky
Soon covered by the frosty mist
Of a listless winter call
For you; Out there
Spring in the meadow’s glade
Cocoon in summer nights
Of waiting alone this year
Where my fleeting restitution lies

And I am tattered by the moonlight
Broken wings will never speak
I walk the forest ground southward
As your voice begins to sing
And I slowly walk farther away
Restless fingers weave through this all
And I’ll be hiding these feelings from you
Until out to me you yearn to call.

© 2012