Blue Moons and Butterflies

04-16-14
One year ago today
hearts did break
the dark filled me up
the moon it went away

nothing good could be found
life had no purpose
the universe was lying
the ship had run aground

all the patience that I had built
all the signs I knew I saw
everything had broken
and then I saw my guilt

I opened my eyes to the lesson
I took inventory of what I'd gained
the reason for the butterfly
I sat with all the pain

I took what I could muster
I picked myself back up
my heart somehow still beating
with effervescent luster

I see that I'm still becoming
and that you gave to me
the gift of your reflection
for my soul to finally be

the gift that you gave to me
is worth everything I've lost
the fear guilt and sadness
have become creativity

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This Year’s Garden

Goodbye spring. It was quite the fling.IMG_20150830_091146

Never did I wish for such a thing.

The flowers did bloom, and the birds did sing,

But i had envisioned much bigger things.

 

We planted a seed,

We took interest in each others need.

Then lost hold on the lead.

 

Almost from the first peak of a bud from the ground.

I really thought you’d stick around.

Every time that we shared space, happiness did abound.IMG_20150830_085604

Every day a new flower found.

 

I forgot to water you one day.

And it all just went away.

A single moment in a pleasant day.

 

The withering was fast.

The sun grew hot, the time flew past.

I watered away, but stood aghast.

At the deadened leaves in piles amassed.

 

No matter the attention I gave.DSC01304

This I could not save.

I had become to you just another knave.

 

The pattern to me now is clear.

We can only be allowed so near.

Before we are forced to swim through past rivers of tears.

And all the things that drive the fear.

 

We are pushed back down into the ground,

Just as we were found.DSC01291

Like trampled dead leaves scattered all around.

 

It is not about us.

This pain and mistrust.

It comes from a place, long refused to adjust.

A mind so cluttered it causes such fuss.

 

We are victims of walls built so long ago.

Yet you hold on for dear life whenever we go.11187144_1392980971029024_626570360756639846_o

Pushing and pulling whenever we’re close.

 

The heat has ended, overcome by the cold.

Petals have fallen amongst the mold.

Surprised by the obvious, obviously foretold.

Into this fall I walk, another lesson, to me, extolled.