Month: February 2018

Light filters through the rocks
and she examinines her next step
bounce head, little step, hide
where did the grass go?
under the shadows her brilliant circle brown eyes
conquers a flood
did we meet somewhere?
once perhaps, a meet cute
vividly can we remember
zero effort of resistance
the morning dove was vulnerable and broken

Her eyes screamed mercy
and were so full of trust, so full of life
would you like to spend the night?
A candlelight night
oh did we not pray for a bonfire shed?
she ate and got well, and we said farewell

Today, I saw her again
majestic and confident of her step
it flew back like an old friend
am not sure which of the two was the hardest
to see her depart or to clean her basket

Such obscure joy to see her fly

moment by moment,
one step lighter then the previous but quicker
racing away from conscious dreams
it feels like we have come far
and we try not to look back…
but our footprints have walked on wet concrete
it’s exclusive – the past leaving scars –
scars that can’t be erased
and yet it brings out our solo strength
we never walked alone.

When did we become so headstrong
were we not zealous to remain from fables
and as our experiences go, we continue fighting to forget
is it our choice? YES! Not by inspiration – we hope
who chooses what to dream when we sleep?
we wish the concrete was ocean sand
and as the waves come, may they take our footprints
but rather, they splash cold water and we wake up

We may have chosen to decide that we were too tired to fight
Force was never made to accommodate love
but as no other best friend He sits and waits,
His hands scarred, and His knuckles with calluses
are never too tired to knock

He never left Home