Seasons

Ceiling
I took the colors of my mind,
And I put them onto paper,
I made an effort to be kind,
I made an effort to be gentler.
I put the painting on the floor,
And went to gather all my thoughts,
But when I came back I forgot,
And I stumbled through the door.
My thoughts spilled onto the ceiling,
My knees dipped in wine and teal,
From the painting that I ruined,
Left only shame and disallusion.

Reclaim
I will reclaim the trees –
Every leaf on every branch.
I will reclaim the birds –
Even the old brittle bench.

I will reclaim the sound,
Of the little buds cracking.
I will reclaim all of it,
To regain what’s lacking.

I must reclaim the things,
You took with you when you left.
So maybe one day I’ll look past it,
And forgive your theft.

Be gone!
I wanna erase my limbs,
Arms, legs, head – be gone!
No more physical tension,
To weigh me down,
To manifest my chaos.

Oh to be a simple ray of light,
The hint of a spirit,
A vague idea,
A clueless clump of atoms.

Know nothing of hurt,
Be oblivious,
Float around in the bliss,
Of not having a body or mind.