Im living half in the spirit world
I realized it a long time ago
looking back I could see the moss grow
through the mist
over mountains of snow
I kept these arrows, this broken bow
a sword seller
peddles his metal
but I drift by unseen
obscured by the fog and the dream
this assortment of visions
that shriek through the night
like kites behind me
tumbling in and out of each other
like sparrows, they darken the autumn sky.
I love the magic in my mind
the worlds I can fly to, and leave behind
but it never stops the craving
for the friend I’ll never find.
we lost each other as children do
a mile became ten
and then, a hundred
I counted the distance
the path now filled with leaves
like symbols of the bond we shared
swimming at the lake
hot summer hair
i wrote it all down
even back then
i could feel the change
changes we must make
when we feel we cannot breathe
so when dark clouds rolled in
it may have just been me
building a storm to break the ropes
that anchored me to this silly world
for so long I have sought connections that were pure energy
sticky plasma threads
with no vessel to distort their meanings
i wish to interact like the earth and rain
i am mesmerized by its inky legs streaming down from the skies
the interplay with the forest
as animals seek shelter
slipping through glistening ferns
back to their dry dens
so i hang here in the mist,
this island child, kissed by danger
on a path that wanders
past strangers that no one else can see
my atomic structure dries with the passage of time
my bones break down and become lighter
and one day the world will close it eyes on me
but on a stormy night look out your window.
and you might see
a blonde haired boy way up in the trees
riding in the wind, a keeper of keys