Monday, September 27, 2010

I am me again
Seasonal
But fixed like the Earth
In orbit
Around my sun

There's a flow
Like the tides
When I write
When I don't write
But after a dry spell
Words always do
Inch their way up
And wrap around my fingers
Urging me to write
Making their way
Onto this screen

But not now, words,
Not now that I'm happy
I'm happy
I'm happy
Don't threaten me with thoughts
Dont' taunt me with introspection
Can't you see
I'm happy?

If you have to be here
If you have to come out somehow
Then teach me how to
Stay in this season
Teach me the secret
To eternal fall
Teach me comfort
And teach me how to
Finally let go

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