we are all open books written in an old language
waiting for someone to come and translate
our story
our words.
be patient
the translator is coming.

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i was always an open book
just written in a dead language.
all the translators were wrong,
time and time again
until you came along.

Again the night, again the morning
of a new day for dancers
and the other people
      
crawling out
of the seemingly identical
surprise egg, time is water
      
in a river that drowns itself
in the world ocean and I flow
with it, I can let myself float
      
I don't have to be busy
because that wouldn't make sense
but instead of lazing around
      
I train myself
to watch the sun
the smells in the wind
      
and the driftwood
next to me and among it
the right moment
      
to redirect me a bit
to who I want
to be

Sometimes,
Love is like diving into the raging river,
It keeps throwing you
into the cold and turbulent current
and you find yourself
being ****** into a whirlpool,
swirling down to the river bed

It scours out
the traits and traces of you
It tests your grit
everyday
and Everyday you find the courage
to dive again,
tread the waters
and just keep learning
to stay afloat...

On one of my daily walks
I spotted a little daffodil – perfect and yellow.
I didn’t realize that the season had changed.
Been so busy just trying to survive,
I didn’t notice that it was Spring.

Looking at that little daffodil,
My thoughts went to you - as they do.
And made me feel a little less alone.
Sometimes it is the smallest of things,
That keeps you going, keeps you alive.

As sure as the daffodils are to bloom.
I am sure I will see you again soon.
Until I can safely say hello,
I’ll keep you in my thoughts.
Every time I see some yellow.

I cast my line and reel in my bait
I cast my line and it's a snake
I cast my line, a reprobate
How much longer till I break

Patience is not a lesson I care for
I like waiting even less
I say, "that's enough", You say, "there is more"
- I'm breaking, I must confess

Vice on my heart, squeezing out tears
Thoughts are swirling all of my fears
Ripples in the pond spread out from my float
All goes still, there is a lump in my throat

Chin in my hand
Slumped and alone
My pole, unmanned
Heart's monotoned

I have cast in shallow waters
And reeled in dregs
Wandered forbidden corridors
And near lost legs

How much longer must I wander?

I trust You not to tip my boat
Believe You've brought me where I float
You've kept my rod from breaking
But not my hands from aching
It's the catch that I doubt
It's all one endless bout

I'm trying to practice trust
Though my heart's dusted with crust

Fishing, endless fishin'
Waiting on fruition
Fishing, oh, endless fishin'
Perhaps I'll reposition