Jun 2015
Southern moonlight with arrogant stars
shining down upon my pale cheeks
How I wish I could just have an easier time
dealing with things like love and war.
I'm not one to question the way the universe turns
Instead, I simply let it happen and do my part
I let those stars grin and cackle
I let that moonlight ease my mind
I just let it happen, whatever it may be.
But just because I bow to the winds
of the ever changing storm...
No, it does not mean I will falter in my ground.
I stay rooted here on this earth,
with infinite space above me.
Never touching. Never burning. Never suffocating.
After all the experiences I've had,
my feet lifted off the ground,
I have learned an important lesson -
Never. Never. Never.
Never be lifted so high up
that if you are dropped
you may break and die.
Never be lifted so high up
that if you are stuck
you can never get down.
No matter how beautiful that moon is
Guard your heart.
No matter how enticing the stars
Guard your soul.
And when you give yourself to the universe
and you are spat back down,
NEVER let those same constellations
con you into an even deeper black recess.
Only take those strong and gentle,
and let them guide you and give
them, give them your love and attention
for they are the true providers of beauty,
and kindness, and unselfish love.
I look up again at the moon,
and smile as it beams back.
I stand on the rocks by the river,
soaking in the wisdom and peace
the leaves rustle in anticipation
The waterfall brings in the
newest, freshest, cleanest water
and I drink it all in.
I place a silver ring, given to me before,
on my heart and I say a prayer;
"This is for you, for all of you, who have trampled me."
And I clench my fist,
and laugh out loud,
and I throw it into the river.
"May no one ever find you."
I walk home with tears running down my face.
The moon smiles at its good little witch of the south
and urges me to run once again.
I do it. I run.
A slave to love.
A slave to good intention.
A slave to this beautiful life.
A slave to my own pride.
"May no one ever find you."
shining down upon my pale cheeks
How I wish I could just have an easier time
dealing with things like love and war.
I'm not one to question the way the universe turns
Instead, I simply let it happen and do my part
I let those stars grin and cackle
I let that moonlight ease my mind
I just let it happen, whatever it may be.
But just because I bow to the winds
of the ever changing storm...
No, it does not mean I will falter in my ground.
I stay rooted here on this earth,
with infinite space above me.
Never touching. Never burning. Never suffocating.
After all the experiences I've had,
my feet lifted off the ground,
I have learned an important lesson -
Never. Never. Never.
Never be lifted so high up
that if you are dropped
you may break and die.
Never be lifted so high up
that if you are stuck
you can never get down.
No matter how beautiful that moon is
Guard your heart.
No matter how enticing the stars
Guard your soul.
And when you give yourself to the universe
and you are spat back down,
NEVER let those same constellations
con you into an even deeper black recess.
Only take those strong and gentle,
and let them guide you and give
them, give them your love and attention
for they are the true providers of beauty,
and kindness, and unselfish love.
I look up again at the moon,
and smile as it beams back.
I stand on the rocks by the river,
soaking in the wisdom and peace
the leaves rustle in anticipation
The waterfall brings in the
newest, freshest, cleanest water
and I drink it all in.
I place a silver ring, given to me before,
on my heart and I say a prayer;
"This is for you, for all of you, who have trampled me."
And I clench my fist,
and laugh out loud,
and I throw it into the river.
"May no one ever find you."
I walk home with tears running down my face.
The moon smiles at its good little witch of the south
and urges me to run once again.
I do it. I run.
A slave to love.
A slave to good intention.
A slave to this beautiful life.
A slave to my own pride.
"May no one ever find you."
