I open the door to let the cool wet air in
outside is raining with angry summer rain
after many days of heat and sun and work
this welling up and bursting is like myself
let us not forget I am a man full of confidence
I have been infected, as so many young men do,
by the itch to run and jump and be a young man
to live as if I cannot live without running free
and to forget death as a trivial and minor matter
the trees thirst for water and the ground shakes
thunder is no worse than my own realizations
it is easy to forget what you cannot do
the biggest obstacles lack definition
they exist in the realm of wordless voids
where feeling is expressed in feeling
and the blade of the finite is outlawed
I ache for and dream of soaring
but understand my lack of wings
the rain is pitter-patter on my porch
whilst my mind plays the bass drum
it is a simple existence that I live, no?
the water quiets now
my phone rings
it’s her
that makes me happy
knowing it’s still her
knowing she still loves me
still reaches out for me
still thinks about me in the twilight hours
still wants to talk and to ask questions
still feels the need to call
the cool air seeps into my room and my muscles ache
I do not wonder why they do and thus calm my mind
the night seems good tonight, what shall it hold for us?
Jun 8, 2011
Jun 8, 2011 at 3:56 PM UTC
I open the door to let the cool wet air in
outside is raining with angry summer rain
after many days of heat and sun and work
this welling up and bursting is like myself
let us not forget I am a man full of confidence
I have been infected, as so many young men do,
by the itch to run and jump and be a young man
to live as if I cannot live without running free
and to forget death as a trivial and minor matter
the trees thirst for water and the ground shakes
thunder is no worse than my own realizations
it is easy to forget what you cannot do
the biggest obstacles lack definition
they exist in the realm of wordless voids
where feeling is expressed in feeling
and the blade of the finite is outlawed
I ache for and dream of soaring
but understand my lack of wings
the rain is pitter-patter on my porch
whilst my mind plays the bass drum
it is a simple existence that I live, no?
the water quiets now
my phone rings
it’s her
that makes me happy
knowing it’s still her
knowing she still loves me
still reaches out for me
still thinks about me in the twilight hours
still wants to talk and to ask questions
still feels the need to call
the cool air seeps into my room and my muscles ache
I do not wonder why they do and thus calm my mind
the night seems good tonight, what shall it hold for us?
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