Through isolation, stillness, and pain
I watch the leaves blow
watching my dog open and close her eyes
while we exchange love,
without saying anything.
The grass and trees are darker
the wind carries the storm
I don’t know why
the fog, and mountains, are beautiful
lack of clarity, penetrated by, the unmovable
a tidal wave
with his hands holding heaven
looking through a door, into another world.
This uncertainty, before the fall
where monsters, don’t mean to be monsters
where confusion, turns our brightest light, into shadows
where we become, what we don’t want to be
Help me, to be, the mountain
the sky cracking in half
hidden, in silence.
what we don’t want to be challenged by
We have to climb
and be kind
listen, to what we don’t want to hear
choked, by our tears, in the mist.
I’m going to be
more than a bug
flying towards the light
I’ll let the darkness envelope me
to lost souls
My lighthouse will shine from a mountain
where wisdom waits