Crash

The tree feels my heart; Enlivens it

07/26/17

The tree, it feels my heart;

Enlivens it,

Brings it forth,

Breathing, beating, pulsing,

As the bark at my tips

And ground beneath my feet. 

Gears grind of not refraining to love me

If you love me.

The last pedal awaits its fall

In its overturned enchanted crystal goblet.

My soul grips at my chest:

A tidal wave of tears.

You crash,

Naught but a wave,

Tearing into my layers of solidity,

Ebb in and out

Hot and cold.

You eat away at me.

Do you not know?

How could you not?

So hungry you are,

Gnawing away at this lone wolf of rock,

And sand - beads of glass,

I can no longer stand!

Your incessant need

Screaming its insatiable refrain

Is more deafening than any blinding rain.

Were this but a book

That I may turn the page,

Or a movie

To forward the frame,

Or a game where some bishop or rook

Fiercely devoted to their service of me

Would step up without look

And prove you worthy or not

Of that which you so easily took

And tucked away God-only-knows where!

You continue to bleed dry the life line

All quartz and shiny

Beneath sun and moon.

I wane, light fading

As you crash, crash,

Crash, crash,

Crash, crash, and crash again!

Must you pride yourself so

On being the storm?

Witness what it does to you!

To me!

Do you call this free?

Do you?

Call this...

...Free?!