clouds hovering, the wind teasing,
making smoke tails.
peaceful, almost entrancing,
the wind in my hair.
a falling comrade in the green forest,
all carried by the wind.
How is it I’m taken by this wind?
Like a seed carried away from my past,
|If I knew I would be saved by its shade, would I see the value of helping it grow?|
The most incredible things can happen when I place investment in the life of one. That person may change the course of not only my life, but of the world. Who knew when they encouraged and befriended a young, and then unknown, Albert Einstein, Maya Angelou, or Steve Jobs, that the person they invested in would greatly affect the course of their life and a great many others?
Lightness, adrift but within my grasp always.
Your like the blossoms of a tree, brushed off by the wind,
yet still you belong to me,
though we are apart.
We are intertwined souls, mated by nature and God.
Soon I shall lift you back up,
from my roots you will be reborn
to forever be one with me.
Your my bloom my love, this tree will always sustain you.
I long for you to be on my branches once again,
the whole of nature in agreement with the union.
Oh how naked am I, my lover!
How my branches sway at the sight of you!
Come clothe me with your fragrant beauty,
and let us be whole again!
“Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he’s taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.
Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even … but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element
That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.”
Why am I flying higher and higher through places I’ve never been?
Why am I spinning in clouds so dark with rumblings fierce?
Why am I thrown to the ground in anger it seems?
Now I am being swallowed up by a young oak.
The tree throws off it‘s leaves, drawing in its energy, preparing for the battle.