I contemplate
The power of blue.
The poison I've swallowed.
The intensity of the moment.
The fruit
Is painfully beautiful.
I simply could not resist.
I am ready for sleep.
Please wake me when the clouds turn pink.
I will be healed.
Inside and out
By the person
I was supposed to be.

If I do not find sleep,
Nail my knees to the floor.
Make me look into the sky.
Please help me see
What my mortal soul
Could not understand.
And then,
Please again,
Clean my wounds.
Hug me.
Even if I resist you.
And I will.

Give me permission
To let the tears fall from my eyes.
Allow me to be humble
And to feel vulnerable.
Drift with me to the moon.
Sit with me on it's edge
As our legs dangle over it ledge.
Let's together chase the shooting stars
In the middle of the night and just before morn'.
Catch them.
Release them.
As they too
Begin to weep.

Your balance adrift has become
My favorite drug.
I'm dizzy swept in your evasive love.

Find me a rainbow.
Show me what's really there.
At it's beginning.
At it's end.
Take me out
To play in the rain.
Help me to appreciate the sunlight.
Please, prevent me from crawling back into my shadowy "self".

Again, take me for a walk.
Deep within our woods.
Pick me a wildflower.
Place it behind my ear.
And then when I yawn sleepily,
Sing me a lullaby.
I love the way you mourn.
Rest here.
Beside me.
Embrace the moments we call peace.
Softly....Cause I need you to wake me
When the clouds turn pink.

1 comment:

Liquidplastic said...

"Softly....Cause I need you to wake me When the clouds turn pink."

I am still reading this one, I can't stop reading this one ...