cup in hand legs hanging over the roof the city skyline sprawled in front
a whisper through the still woods strolling among ancient watchers wishing on the kiss of the breeze
a star-studded sky blazing rocks sprinting across nature’s art show gives space for the mind to reach
the rhythm of the ocean the crash and pull away a boom followed by recession the sultry breeze lingers on my tongue
A feathery melancholy perches in the window of my soul how can sadness be amongst so much beauty A joy at the sadness the cry of life an ode to the lioving
my heart escaped those concrte walls and enclosing hallways It turned despair into optimism, fear into hope, indifference into passion.
Always one to do it for the team, Always settling for what fits nicelyt Always saving it like food for the winter I am the repository for regret
They flower amongst the nutrient-rich soil of companion troubles, of unfilled wishes, of trampled yearnings. They flower in the dark of my soul the caught professions, the strangled advanced, the poisoned growth.
A smile shines through the window a curtain of keratin (?) protection for the rare harvest of unfilled desire, of prematurely ended feelings, of suppressed emotion.
Break free my little soul follow the bird who takes nothing and gives all Give yourself over to living rather than killing to releasing rather than trapping to bursting rather than hiding To be selfish is to be free. To be free is to be me.