Saturday, October 1, 2011

i am i see i will

i am silent words
i am raw broken english
i am seeking new language
i am building walls to sustain my love
i am autumn leaves
i am falling
i am grounding tomorrow's forest floors
i am daughter to mother earth
i am forever changing with the season's cycles
i am solid, rooted in her lava heart

i see faces in trees
i see broken bricks falling off walls above a stove that holds no warmth
i see last week's soup on the hearth in the house where he died alone after she moved on

i will put my peace back together
in a new order
fake layers stripped
sparkles on ceilings ripped
polished and disposed (of)
before signing off
on a new lease on
space
and
time