In hopes someone would sing my thoughts
while breathing in
a tantalizing dance,
I painted an existence with hands full
of shining light.
I then waited for my heart’s desires
to come to life
running in my blood and spirit
like an army’s
last advance.

The Earth is something that holds my emotions
upon rippling waves
of healing winds,
streaming to me in an isolated dance.
Yet, sometimes
I get lost in the night sky
and find myself cursing the pain
sitting on the grounds of today’s truth
and circumstance.

My hands seek reasons to forgive
the silence of disbelief,
while catching secrets that have been
thrown away
and even if I nailed
the windowsill of confusion shut,
my heart would still care about tomorrow
but my mind could not be changed
nor swayed.