Poetry

Simplicity

Shadows come and go,
Like the brushstrokes of the sun.
I lay awake and think of you,
And the things we could become.
Time ticks by and passes,
Like the gentle breeze in the trees.
I feel my soul rocking back and forth, Back and forth inside of me.
I feel myself lurching,
Off of the edge of the cliff.
The ocean water catches me,
Sends me spiraling adrift.
The waves rock back and forth,
Up, down, and around I sway.
I close my eyes and thing of the things,
Of the things that I cannot say.
If I could pull the words from my stomach,
And put them right into your palms...
Then I would feel myself, my surroundings,
My inner rising tide as it calms.
But life is not easy,
Easy is not worth to keep.
So I only express my deepest feelings,
When I close my eyes and sleep.
When the shadows dance around,
And the rain pads itself away,
On the roof, on my spirit,
Ricocheting off the window payne,
When the flutter of my heart,
Matches that of a butterfly's wings,
Only can I speak of such madness,
This crazy thing I call my dreams.
When the moon shines down,
And the air is still,
And it shines off the water,
Is when things feel the most real.
That is the moment,
When I close my eyes and feel...
The shadows come and go,
Like the brushstrokes of the sun.
And all if the things,
That I feel have begun.
When the leaves like to rattle,
And shake in synch with the wind,
Is when I allow myself,
To perhaps feel alive again.
When the rain pads down,
Trickles down like tears...
I face all of my deepest,
All of my deepest darkest fears.
When the moon shines down,
In the whitest hue,
And reflects off of the water,
A heavenly blue,
Like the sky and the clouds,
And the birds flying too,
I am satisfied with the simplest,
The simplest thought of you.

A.G.
3-5-15