What We Haven't DoneA Poem by cassandra violetFor a long time I didn't see how beautiful the world we live in is, and as a result I couldn't find happiness either.I’ve heard the wolves cry to the dim
light of the moon More then I’ve listened to the birds sing As their music sends me dancing in my
dreams. I’ve watched the sun set More often then I’ve seen it rise Restlessly raining red. I’ve seen the
world dead; I’ve watched it die More times then I’ve looked at a sky and
felt alive. I’ve never seen a bird fly, But I’ve watched autumn leaves fall Down halls of wind, disappearing into
dimmed light. My heart has never beat with passion, But I’ve felt detachment from the Earth, Like my feet didn’t belong on the dirt. I’ve been part of a herd, a cow licking
blades Of grass in balding pastures as I saw
horses Glide out in the open, while I cowardly
crouched And hid beneath the fences of that field. I was a warrior, drenched in strife as
nature rained upon me Meeting my strikes with light and beauty. The dusk became me, shadows were my soul, I was afraid to embrace what I had not
been told. Then, in the battle my shield broke And the world spoke the words I had
always longed to hear But had always ignorantly feared. “Embrace the grace of the grass, play with the petals that have settled
into the soil because they toiled against storms and
suns to glimmer against natures light that
grows dimmer with each passing hour, devouring the divine, shortening its
time. It won’t always be here for you to hold
dear So cling to the flame of the exquisite
without shame.” Suddenly my mind was not blind, Time was ticking quickly The trees were fleeing right before me. I wanted to hold onto the world forever And never forget the tints that glinted Like the sun against pale snow in a soothing, soft glow. © 2010 cassandra violetFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
781 Views
37 Reviews Shelved in 8 Libraries
Added on November 25, 2010Last Updated on November 25, 2010 Authorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|