Archive for September, 2012


Fall of the first leave

Not til today did I truly feel the chill that is Autumns ascension

Hot tea did nothing to warm my brittle bones

And I found faint envy of the sure footed blind child I spied

For I was unsteady

Unready

And trying so very dearly to keep tears at bay

As I walked on alone

I broke a promise to myself

And looked back

Thus,

Breaking my own heart

To want

You spend these moments

Wanting

Wishing

Waiting

Feeling it all gnawing at your core

the sinew

of you

with thoughts desirous

clenching with longing

to be willing to wonder

and to have

and be had

this is what propels the naked self

to turn the corner

and peek at that which lays before

this knowledge of need