Thursday, October 21, 2010

Broken Wing

There was color every where
in the air I tracked the change
Underneath me flash after flash
Orange, Red, Yellow
Some green, some purple
Tall golden towers burst fourth
Tiny new lives were formed
In exchange
Slowly all that the world had worked for
during the summer
was dying
I watched the dance of coolness
float in like the sound
of a last trumpet call

As I stopped on a branch
just for resting
I had to move
this was all on my mind
Until
I heard another near the ground
It's soft voice cried out in pain

As I slowly flew to the ground
I saw what was causing the pain
the left wing was stuck in a
thorn bush

I came along side
closer to the beat in the chest
breaths were rapid
Slowly not to startle
I took hold of one of the big thorns
pinning the wing down
He let out a whimper of pain

It was a long process
I had to work late into the night
Finally the thorn broke
the wing freed

I stayed with him
until the first rays
of the new day broke the horizon
I was so close
I listened to the beat
underneath
inside of him
It startled me
This was the sound
of every door
opening
Of every inhale
Of every peal of laughter
Every tear that fell
from heavy hearts

There was red
It was every where
Red
spilled over
his pure white wing

I cried as a watched him
in the morning
he tried and tried
to fly
I had to help him
He ignored me
pretending there was no pain
he fluttered to the edge
of the tall steal faces
those comforting friends
Now
They looked coldly on all of this

I flew along him
He was upset
I wanted to help
But there was that beat
I knew he had it
I wanted to be close to it

I did not know
I had it
too

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Distilled

You go one way
I'll go the other

Its the only way to
disappear

To separate from each
other

It was never about
a reaction
yet always involving
chemistry

Did they want to go?
Who knows but now
the heat is on

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Sleepless
like rain drip dropping
on my window sill
lays that heavy little spot
This was not what I thought
Not what I want
I tried to do
Tried to be
I was not

I look
See Sea
C

Tiny
Smaller
Less and Less

I grab with both hands
I keep hold of both ends

I feel your heat
I touched your feet
We stayed on the ground
We stayed in seats
Swimming
in the rain
Little microscopic dots
Wet
on the corner
of your cheek

I finally let go
strength to stand

Lonely
away from

the home we form

When our hands aren't empty

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The struggle

As I travel on and on.
I realize I am alone
I long to go back to those familiar figures
Slender strong dark
They made me feel safe
Caught up in the remembrances I forget to fly
Down down I fall
faster and faster
I am going to crash into the bottom
I try with all my might
but it's no good further and further I sink
closer to the familiar ground
closer to that which I was afraid to leave
I get more lonely
Now the war is in me
One side wants to crash
To be injured
never fly past the small bushes that line the ground
Then other part
to sore to the highest parts of the sky
Right on the edge of that thing that I can not see or live with out
Then a sudden rush of wind from behind picks me up in my struggle
I fly on shaking
Knowing
As I look at the thrones down below
The fate I just escaped