As I lay, resting you tapped me upon the shoulder in that familiar way,
I inhaled and let you back into my soul,
As you walked through the colored corridors of my mind,
I wish you would remind me more often,
Just what we had planned to do,
This time around,
The world with its many tricks,
I’m satisfied to sit and watch,
To pretend that it’s all for my pleasure,
To twist my self into believing this new found truth,
True work comes from a true soul,
One that has the heart to reward itself,
And like a swift wind,
You rustled my leaves and went on your way,
I am only a tree you see,
I have no choice but to stay where I am,
Next time stay a little longer dear friend,
Together we can fly,
Perhaps someday I too shall be like the wind,
Free to play upon your curls and sing my song,
The tree in me knows from record,
The folly in such excitement,
It must be a sin,
Why? You come around to ask,
Well I am a tree and I should love to be a tree,
The simplicity of the wind,
It cannot be explained,
Some of us have the simplicity of the wind,
I wish I knew my true sin,
I would live to be a windy tree…
2007-09-06
20:53:12
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