22 August 2010
catch a falling star (don't let me fall, stars)
I can't sleep, so I feel the need to hide in the poetry of it all.
I long for gold shimmer glinting off smooth canal waters and soft words whispered in my ear.
Hands clasp my waist and suspend me, Phoenix-like, off railings and over ripples.
You may turn me to ash, but I will rise up in renewal and joy.
You may break me, but my ruins will be my rebirth.
Raise me up: let me gaze upon you from on high and let all traces of soot fade to cool green.
In reflection, upside down, my world makes more sense to me; an inverted hourglass under the bridge.
An undying balance, acres between me and raw and cruel.
I am and will be the center of my story.
"Let the world forsake me,
Let them do their worst,
I shall withstand it all,
They will not break me."
...And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial...