It's dark It's cold It's smells like death Dirt I suppose And here I lay Curious as can be , to venture forth It Looks like my destiny A light shines and I break this seed But now im old My energy depletes Ah but I see The last thing I see... It's green...
Now the leaf to the branch to the Rest of the tree.. The question here now is Does the top leaf who shines and See all that can be seen..
Does he or she remembers That it started from me.. I mean seed?
Simple, Alive, Strong, Alluring, Vibrant, Contrasting to the roots of the tree, Wired, Mess, *****, Desperate, Search for water, For food, Similarities to humans in need. Give water to both these living inspirations.
You pulled me close and I smelled leather, the scent of rain clinging and weaving through you like ivy. Your breath rustled like the trees we climbed together, laughing and carefree. My eyes were as blue as the dead sea and yours only looked at me. We sat in those branches, warm and safe.
Sometimes in the dark the smell of morning dew and fresh leather hits me and I feel a melancholy too intense to understand. I hear your breath next to me. My eyes used to be as blue as the dead sea, yours are a distant memory. Now I sit in these branches, cold and alone, wondering when you will come home to me.
~~ Ah, the shivers of loneliness along my arms. ~~