I am from the past,
of mine and all the rest,
from memories and mind
and thinking for the best.
I am from the willows
drifting in the breeze,
from magnolias and maples
and the spray of salty seas.
I am from the orchards
packed with booming mines,
from sewing hands together
and fading away lines.
I am from a petrichor
soothing away pain,
from thunder on dry earth
and scent of dust after rain.
I am from the universe
every star that ever was,
from suns and moons and galaxies
and a magic police box buzz.
I am from counting stars
yet leaving time unnumbered,
from waiting 'til the day is right
and knowing the clock is slurred.
I am from the abandoned
forgotten and alone,
from black sight and forced fright
my supporters never known.
I am from the dream catcher
with borrowed feather tears,
eating all the insects
to drive away my fears.
And I am from the future:
the prospect and the test,
from seeking on for treasure
and a heart inside my chest.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 2:27 PM UTC
I am from the past,
of mine and all the rest,
from memories and mind
and thinking for the best.
I am from the willows
drifting in the breeze,
from magnolias and maples
and the spray of salty seas.
I am from the orchards
packed with booming mines,
from sewing hands together
and fading away lines.
I am from a petrichor
soothing away pain,
from thunder on dry earth
and scent of dust after rain.
I am from the universe
every star that ever was,
from suns and moons and galaxies
and a magic police box buzz.
I am from counting stars
yet leaving time unnumbered,
from waiting 'til the day is right
and knowing the clock is slurred.
I am from the abandoned
forgotten and alone,
from black sight and forced fright
my supporters never known.
I am from the dream catcher
with borrowed feather tears,
eating all the insects
to drive away my fears.
And I am from the future:
the prospect and the test,
from seeking on for treasure
and a heart inside my chest.
