Walls

I am not comfortable at all

living here behind your wall

but choosing not to get away,

I stay

Tree of plenty

 

 

 

 

Have these

I have many

I give these to you, freely

from my tree of plenty,

its branches full

bent,

old,

and sometimes weary

Have mine

I have many

on my tree,
of plenty

 

ldn

cold rose

 

 

The bud that won’t grow into a rose

is cold

deep inside

where it lives

and dies

 

ldn

Barely

 

 

Seagulls and crows

floating in the sky

holding up the wind

on their wings

barely

ldn

That Snowflake

 

 

That snowflake,

the picture you sent

of you flying,

me dying,

disappearing ~
instead
when I touched the ground

The one of you

softly falling down

I ripped it to shreds

 

ldn

 

 

Hollow eyes

 

 

 

I have hollow eyes

sunken cheeks

no teeth
I am blind

but I feel you staring

at me

wondering,

why does he stick around

here?
Why?

He cannot hear

or see

Why?  You ask

It is not my time to die

and I will not go away

until my heart is clear,

until I have no fear

I will stay,

hope,

pray

and dream,

here alone

of a better world,

for peace

until God calls me home

 

ldn

I love you

I love you, 
I will carry your scent to my death,

or yours which ever comes first

You are the waking bird that rests upon my shoulder

within dawn’s breath

On the outside we are older than the creases we have left 
beneath the tree growing under our skin,

worn outside in

Stay with me tethered, weathered together forever 
until our tree is severed and ceases to exist

ldn