Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Jun 5, 2011 12:48:42 GMT -5
I hate to see you go
out into winter's desolation,
dragging your sodden shoes-
while dreams of five hundred
flashing suns climb your soaked legs,
past your heavy heart, to reach
your wind-drifted face.
Unfurl your umbrella. Hold it
upside down and catch the
sweetness of spontaneity that splashes up
into your downcast eyes as it washes
away visions of hopelessness-
and floods your fears until you come home
to the greening of fields that sway
left and right, joyful for the rain.
Let your nightmares melt into a mind,
holding the unshakeable peace
of knowing who you are.
out into winter's desolation,
dragging your sodden shoes-
while dreams of five hundred
flashing suns climb your soaked legs,
past your heavy heart, to reach
your wind-drifted face.
Unfurl your umbrella. Hold it
upside down and catch the
sweetness of spontaneity that splashes up
into your downcast eyes as it washes
away visions of hopelessness-
and floods your fears until you come home
to the greening of fields that sway
left and right, joyful for the rain.
Let your nightmares melt into a mind,
holding the unshakeable peace
of knowing who you are.