They left in search of inspiration,

But peace they found instead,
Solace they set out to attain,

But heaven they found instead,
Rivers, valleys, meadows and streams,

Indeed it was a land of dreams,
Whether rolling plains or mountain peaks,

The beauty swept you off your feet,
The crisp cool air and clear blue skies,

Beauty none can realize,
With stars and galaxies above,

Indeed it was a land of love,
In the distance congregations of idle horses,

The land of giants and mystical forces,

The land of giants and mystical forces.

I see you sleep
want to lift you up, say
I will love forever
every detail of your construction
cheek that stretches as it rests against your arm
beard painted with such devotion
shoes that peek from beneath a cracked robe
those shoes are attached to feet
feet attached to a heart
and a brain
all of them asleep
nothing in you thinks or feels or cries
or sees me
despite all the nights I’ve stood here
on the other side of this window.

Like a stumbling toddler,
I skate across the ice.
Smiling, flailing, windmills:
I’m frozen still in time.

Hardly moving, I think
I’m speeding by at last.
Now to show off my skills,
I fall (‿|‿)-first and laugh.

A warrior
Self tamed,
A goddess,
Self evaluated.

A soldier,
Self taught
A carer,
Self motivated.

A friend,
Self moved,
A leader,
Self less.