Just playing...
If you reach out to me at 2:06 a.m., on the right night,
I might meet you outside my window.
We could dance skyclad under the tall Elms,
laughing with the Summer Wind.
Or perhaps, we would simply lay in a Cherry grove,
staring into the dark indigo of night,
with nothing but stars and silence between us.
Deep night is my best and my worst time.
I might look into your eyes, and find hope there.
But don't be offended if I don't smile,
sometimes the scent of rain makes me melancholy.
I may stay buried under the weight of empathy,
as I carry the pain of the world on my shoulders.
You could call me Atlas ... even, ask me to shrug,
you might win the battle, or I could stay lost in it.
You could sing a melody to Mother Nature,
and I might be inspired by the haunting beauty of life.
We could walk hand in hand, down a winding path
or you might lay on the swing with rusted chains,
covered thick in climbing rose vines,
while I, fashion myself a crown of thorns,
just to see if my blood still runs red and warm.
You could walk away, and I would watch you,
without any bindings of want, need, or emptiness.
As I experience the Moon setting in all her glory,
stretching with the first glimpse of a new day,
I will make my way back to my world蔊a soft place inside, where there are no rules.
Stef
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