Whitened pine needles
Crisp air steaming in our noses
Smiling hellos and goodbyes
Like we never slipped
Down this steep angled hill.
Frigid waves, fingers shaking
Looking up to face the sky
Only when we remember at times
How we've forgotten the warmth of the sun
We absentmindedly ask for forgiveness
and hope it comes before we reach the end
Far off a sailors waltz calls
Drunken adventures and worlds to see
Oceans to master, maps to make,
Pretty impulse romances to try...
Yet this beckoning call
Tells a heavy tale,
Sadly howling in the nighttime storms...
Still it pulls us away from the bitter reality
That is home.
Here
This northwest wind
closes proclaiming mouths
so it hurts to smile
and hushes precious shouts of joy
It calls us names like Insanity, Naive
and we forget how to remain in truth
Returning from voyages to unknown,
Sadness feeling like blanket chills
Rocking shipwrecked wood--
and we say that is freedom?
No escape changes anything, ever.
It's living here that sometimes feels like slow monotonous breathing,
and that will be all
Until we find our love again,
Which we won't
We never do,
We won't remember.
But
Lucky truths define themselves
Before our narrowed eyes
And
Warmth finds us.
We cannot search enough
Try enough
Read learn grow speak hear enough
Skeptics
We're running numb
So we can't feel enough to stop
And the warmth finds us.
That's how it comes,
The sunlight peeks through these grey towers and white,
and dawn is on my face
Like I never knew
and I remember
The newness that means fire
melting all the harsh
and igniting all the good,
Sparks on my tongue
so powerfully sweet.
We laugh heartily
warmth returns to our lungs
And ours is the steam that we see
The vapor echoes of praising hearts,
Glory in misfortune turned
To a story of hide and seek
freedom in fires lit by
Helping hands
Magical hands
Miracle workers in our days
Before we even knew to
Think of remembering to look up.
