I wish that you existed,
I want that you should be real,
I want to be able to look at you and tell
"I can feel."
I wait in as place as green as they be,
Unbent, unformed, and powerful.
There are trees, old and gnarled and tall,
waiting till the storms engulf,
and whip away the factions,
tear at the fractions,
bringing away the leaves.
I sit on a grey roof,
staring up to the blue,
and I'm thinking of you.
The fish swam past the fallen branch
Silver streak in muddy water,
Black lightening in the brown clouds,
Stir up the mud,
don't think nothing of it,
Don't believe what they say,
Can you trust them, anyway?
The heron jabs its beak in-
The struggle is brief,
The great blue flies away.
And I'm sitting here,
wishing you existed.
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i like it. i don't quite understand it, and some stanzas seem a bit random, but i do like it. and for some reason, even though it should sound just as sad as most of your other poems, the tone is a bit lighter. don't know why. i do like it though.
ReplyDeleteHey-You were up when I was going to sleep!
ReplyDeleteRandomness and lightness can be attributed to the hour: 2ish.
Thank you muchly.