Does it always
come to this?
fire and ice
Blue springs or
Rainy canals
the dancing flames
blue reflections
they revel in
their changing
views
Let the answer exist
in the ampersand.
Until then
I’ll find my
joy
in long walks
coffee after dinner
I’ll pick
mulberries
and
listen to his
singing
I’ll run, steady
until the answer
reveals itself.
You see -
Both
forces
have the capacity
to burn.
Tag: choice
There is no voice louder than my own (lavender)
I wish I could describe
the voice in my head,
with all its power,
as kind.
As a friend.
On its fifth hour
of circling around
with reminders
of what I do not deserve,
I look to another voice
any other sound,
to silence my own.
A friend sends me the song
"Lavender".
For a moment,
my mind calms.
My chest makes space
for breath.
After a few minutes
of peaceful silence
I let me voice speak.
This time it's easier on me.
Maybe the voice in my head
is in need of a friend.
A kind word.
An embrace.
Some lavender.
The Restless Crescent 