Sunday, January 30, 2011

I am the winter trees, if you please.

I am the winter trees, if you please.

The winter trees look fragile, standing there nakedly.
Their limbs seem too weak for the weight of their future greens.
And yet when the blooms come, they will carry the bounty proudly.
Nothing ever having looked more beautiful under pressure.
And all will forget how sad they were in the winter.

Written 1.30.11 @ 4:18 PM

Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Disconnect, The Fall

The Disconnect, The Fall

When we were one
we stood close to the sun
and watched our shadows fall

Above the earth
but below the sky
in a place that we can't quite recall

It was beautiful and strange
the disconnect we felt
floating aimlessly above the sprawl

But then my shadow found me;
Yours fled permanently;
and I landed alone afterall

Wishing you had found
the courage to brave the fall.

Written 1.29.11 @ 4:58 PM