Burn
Burn
Burn it all
My soul is out here somewhere
Within this tangled beauty of life and decay
My soul is here someplace
Lost, wandering, brooding
Slipping around like a ghost
In broad daylight, it is here
Starring back at me, elusive
Furtive, ashamed, scared, alone
It is burning for …for something
But what is it?
What does my soul search out?
Why are you hiding from me?
I don’t want to be found
I am a tease
I want to be noticed but not touched
I want you to search for me, and feel
Anxious for believing you’re so close to finding me
But I slip away, just as you turn my way
You notice something, so you stand and gaze
Directly at me, but you don’t see me
I am crafty
I can hold perfectly still and
You look right through me
I am pure sadness
I belong out here in this lonely place
The breeze rustling the dead brown leaves
Is my companion
The leaves, still clinging to the branch
The passing breeze, cold and brief
They understand me and leave me be
The dead branches rotting on the forest floor
They ask me no questions, expect nothing of me
We understand each other
We are both waiting to be reborn
“Every seed must fall” every seed must die
You and I, we are dying
We are a passing breeze
In a hurry to get out of these woods
Just politely slipping around the
Leaves and branches, thorns and briars
“Excuse us,” we whisper
“We don’t plan to stay
No need to bother”
This is the sweetness of the dry cold
winter woods
I embrace you
Part of me is here
Dormant
Waiting
2006 02 22 Linwood Kansas