A sleeping guardian stirs
The alerted sentry opens an eye
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A sleeping guardian stirs
The alerted sentry opens an eye
Songs can really rewind us.
It’s not really wanting to die so much as wanting to disappear.
Dying does take care of that, but maybe there’s other ways.
Today was a little clearer than usual.
My friend was sparkling
Yesterday morning as we talked
Over coffee, side by side
One day before he was to set out again
Watching him shimmer
For one simple hour of warm comfort
He gleamed in a way that told me
His world was so very right
That chilly spring morning
…
Sometimes
No, often
The words come of their own accord
Unsummoned
But still so welcome
I give them a home
A nest to rest in
…
…how much light
Can really be found here
Buried behind heavy doors
I’ve called on others to analyze me
To evaluate and judge me
To name me as they see fit
Hoping to understand
What they understand
White moon rising high
What does this subconscious mind
Need to tell this world
Carrying silence like it’s my birthright
…
In this stillness
I choose to imagine myself
…
To be seen thoroughly, deeply
Is to be known and truly loved
With unmatched honesty
…