the mist of my voice
lays gently on the cold window
the sun is yet to shine
as i leave my comfort behind
still warm and fetal beneath
duck down doona's
i tell the house goodbye
and that i will return, anon.
and step forth into the frozen dew
sparkling on the winter faded lawn
once in the car, I sigh with deep breath
this is something that needs be done
but my heart falters at leaving the nest
for it is away i must go, to find some rest
it is to leave in order to stay, to be my my best
each year i take this small season of me
each year i go... go be alone in order to hone
my mind and shed dark blue barnacles
so upon my return my boat runs smooth
through river and wave, calm and typhoon
i retreat from this world and this world from me
i go find a place full of water and tree
and there i sit and sleep and walk,
very little do I talk, i do not perform
or teach, i do not quest or overreach
i am but pebble in a river,
the water, washes and reforms me
i am but budding leaf, on tree
the sun energises me
I am snail, content,
within my fragile shell
I am quiescent, within my soul
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC
the mist of my voice
lays gently on the cold window
the sun is yet to shine
as i leave my comfort behind
still warm and fetal beneath
duck down doona's
i tell the house goodbye
and that i will return, anon.
and step forth into the frozen dew
sparkling on the winter faded lawn
once in the car, I sigh with deep breath
this is something that needs be done
but my heart falters at leaving the nest
for it is away i must go, to find some rest
it is to leave in order to stay, to be my my best
each year i take this small season of me
each year i go... go be alone in order to hone
my mind and shed dark blue barnacles
so upon my return my boat runs smooth
through river and wave, calm and typhoon
i retreat from this world and this world from me
i go find a place full of water and tree
and there i sit and sleep and walk,
very little do I talk, i do not perform
or teach, i do not quest or overreach
i am but pebble in a river,
the water, washes and reforms me
i am but budding leaf, on tree
the sun energises me
I am snail, content,
within my fragile shell
I am quiescent, within my soul
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