Morning melts me,
for like the vernal frost
I long to become the dew
To rest upon your earthly blades
and show the world that I am here
for a short while
I might make changes to the landscape
casting rainbows with the light
I might dangle at the edge
waiting for the wind to set me free
yet I choose to be here
and as the day warms
I can remain suspended
lest my soul be devoured
and dissolve
to the element with which I travelled
or I can choose to let go
returning to that which birthed me
rolling gently
and falling
to your roots within the earth
where I may truly be of service

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.

Take an axe to the wall you’ve created.
Escape from the binding threads.
Walk out like suddenly born into color.
Do it now while the light allows you to explore.

Inside this new life, die.
And be quiet,
Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died.

Your old life was a frantic running from silence,
Hiding from the light at any expense.
Open yourself up to the death of knowing how.
The speechless full moon comes out now.

You smiled at me as a cobra,
for a moment you were demure,
and then you were gone,
escaping from my view.

I wanted to smile back at you,
but I was not as comfortable,
for I do not embody the snake as easily as you do.
It’s something about the placement of my hands,
that prevents me from comfortably shifting shape.

I am slower to find a comfortable place there,
by the time I could reciprocate your smile,
you were shifted away from your serpent self.

Now I am lost in memories.

Being the one you turned to,
knowing I could care.
Gratification of knowing,
there is no other who calms you.

How selfish I am,
wondering…wandering.

If my mind would settle,
If the weight of my own burden
would lift itself into the current.
I could float inside a cloud,
usurped by the wind, traveling
slowly across our narrow sky.

While spinning on the axis of
my heart my mind would become calm.
While lost and searching,
you would come to me and I would understand the words you say.

I would tell my cloudy coachman,
that I had travelled far enough.

And he would release me.

Like a leaf I would start spinning
and drifting,
never picking up speed,
for I was designed to float well…

Gentle strings hold me tightly,

to you I cast a looped end,

missing once again.

Not so long ago,

that satin lasso had landed right about you,

and I drew you near to me,

you came close to me,

we danced on rainbows,

the sunset was our pillow…

we forgot what we were trying to be.

Where was it we were going?

Where else could we go but here?

Was it I who called to you?

Or was I the one captured,

In your web made of snowflakes.