#gaea
Like morning dew set like a duvet over the frail grass
mist laying thick but yet frail and thin like glass
stars still glooming on Gaea's black arch far above
pines resting deep until dawn calm thereof
the silence only broken by a mourning dove
not breaking, being of the serenity one of
only at times as these I can feel at bay
my own doubts can not even make me sway
for once I feel whole...
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
Find sanctuaries under other people’s rib cages.
Count all their heartbeats, each exhale,
Wipe down dusty lungs and old notebook pages.
Bite down on bones and fingernails.
Whisper to yourself, “I will prevail.”
Peek out from behind the diaphragm and skin.
The world is foggy through this veil;
This is how familiarity begins.
Old highways only lead you to stages,
ravine edges and steep drops with no rail,
where wanderers have pilgrimed for ages.
You hesitate to fly; you fear you will fail,
unable to follow wanderlust’s trail.
You’re weighed down by all your past sins
and the mountains you turn to scale.
This is how familiarity begins.
In someone else’s heart, a hurricane rages,
sleet and thunder and head-sized hail.
Memory lane’s speed limit has no gauges.
The mountain drops angry avalanches of shale,
So close your eyes and determine to prevail.
There’s no way to count your wins;
The sun is rising and the sky turns pale.
This is how familiarity begins.
Curious, how feelings are so frail
under mountains and ribs, the outs and ins.
Veins and dirt roads trace the trail:
You’ll start to see how familiarity begins.
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:02 PM UTC