We refuse the dying
Reverse with age and time
A filthy stagnant pond
Will not create the beauty we desire.
The leaves are falling up into the sky
Landing back on mother branches
Turning from a brown to red then green
As a sightless wind breezes through my mind.
A horse without a hitching post
Will travel aimlessly world to world
Looking for the greener pastures
That were promised when time was innocent.
Tinted windows will create a cryptic world
A foggy mist to cloud our eyes
We smile without joy and cry dusty tears
An empty shell, a waterless well.
Fill me up with your humanity
The honey from your hive
Shelter me with love’s lost promise
Hitch me to your post and I’ll be
I’ll be
I’ll be
Alive.
But mostly…..I’ll be
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