SHE

There are no words she says,

How do I then tell of my sorrow

How do they who are but mine, so unlike me?

Why didn’t I get to choose them?

Why must I be here,

Floating alone mid sea

For the shores are not mine

And the waters are not for me

Where must I head now?

For the shores are not mine

And the waters are not for me

I shed tears for one other woman today,

Who couldn’t speak for herself

Who this world ruined so selflessly

For a woman it is I weep,

And a woman that made me.

A woman it was who caused it,

Still another woman they can’t see.

4.

  

There’s a lull in the snow,

there’s still beauty in the rain.

I haven’t been to the shore yet

there’s still too much left to do

there goes the playful cyclist

I didn’t tell him yet, I used to be playful too

Did you see the sun’s child go?

I was to stop him, but changed my mind

Isn’t all of it better now,

Aren’t you happier?

It was all supposed to be warm, wasn’t it

Then where did the embers go

She only wanted a drop of rain

A ray of sunshine, they saw it come

Or was there a blind fold

3.

Things just run,

They run out of hand.

You’re grabbing on too long

The enchantment was too little.

She picked the child off the floor

And she told her,

It’s going to happen.

And then she turned around

Went up the stairs and cried just a little.

They just kept blowing away.

Like the breeze.

The cold winter breeze,

Or wait, was it the summer?

She’d lost track.

She knew how to be happy

She just didn’t know why

Why did it all still bother her?

She understood didn’t she?

Was it all, too much?

Was she too ignorant?

She watched every grain of sand glisten and flow away

Each, on a journey of its own.

It hit her that she was the sand too

Was she not?

Why didn’t she flow away like them?

She swam where they flew.

She kept wanting to fly,

Was her swimming flying

Time would tell.

2.

You tell her that and she says

Futile are the matters of the world dreamer

You dream and lose yourself

To who, to what?

I talk to her and I can see

She only weeps on my knee

If I were to ever understand I’d tell you

Go dream, listen to her

Tell her she’s wrong

But who would know?

For we’re all just passing by

Prisoners of these streets

No walls no doors

No boundaries and yet no roads.

Come feel her

She’s here, everywhere

You’ll see someday

I only say you mustn’t dream

She says these are futile matters of the world dreamer.

1.

I want to run.

Away. Far away.

Run into the wind.

I want to be the wind.

Had it all. Gone it is.

Where did it go.

Into the endless abyss.

They kept calling it life.

I could only not make sense of it.  

How could I.

For them I was the misfit. The misplaced, misspelt.

I couldnt understand why they kept talking.

Why they kept talking about me. About us. We weren’t even there.

We had only been sailors of sea.

They didn’t even look at the sea.

They’d never see it. Never understand it. It’s too deep for them.

But now it’s not us anymore.

I look across and see it.

They’re not here anymore. They don’t stare anymore.

But you’re not here anymore.