Poems for the Brave

The Escape

My universe is still.
And as the naked dawn takes flight,
My nighttime is killed.
Without knowing if there is strength to fight,
My core wavers, distilled.
But my heart burns, and I am ready for this,
Ready for you.
My imagination awakens too.
And as my wandering eyes open
I see golden honeyed fields,
Blonde like lemon dew.
There's a fractured melody of birdsong
Falling through the trees.
I'm running then, effortless and free,
Through the flaxen corn as it tickles my knees.
You can hold my alabaster pale skin,
As the sun burns in its gentle glee.
You can touch me sweetly with your fingertips,
And braid flowers in my hair.
I have not a care,
In this evanescent world of mine.
The sun's heat holds us still in its wide palms,
I can smell my wildflowers and faded lavender.
We are incomplete and enraptured,
In this sense of calm.
I will take flight again soon,
And then, I will run.

My universe is still.
And as the naked dawn takes flight,
The world fractures and is real.
I am held coldly in a cream walled room.
The posters of stars stare
Down at me, stripped of you.
I heave myself to my aid,
And roll away through the slips of violet grey.
My soundless ears thrum in dismay
As I reach to place life,
In my breathless, wonder-less day.
It's not all bad mind, I have strength,
Hope, friends who compile joy.
And I push myself through, wild but coy.
Though it's grey and small here,
I know tonight I will hear,
The distant rush of birdsong, playing so near.
And see the caramel corn with its beautiful curl,
As I return soundly,
To our brighter little world.