Many lay under my wing. Small in stature and large in opinion. I have lived longer with responsibility in my years, than I have not. Dependent upon my words, money, caring hands and not always healing attempts. I do know that my hands heal. I see them glow through my skin as they lay upon your tiny hands. You inspire me with your eyes while killing me with your innocence. Your sweet nature is debilitating. Makes me weak… so I give out cookies much more than I should.
I don’t want to fail you. Flaws murmur through my thoughts and bury in my roots. How can I prevent that from crossing over? When will my mistakes become humorous so that your world can be perfect again? My wings don’t always reach completely around you. I feel so guilty for that. I want to shelter you from every wrongly tossed word and every bite the world attacks you with… but my wings are so heavy.
I am far from perfect – my actions stain my future. My future with you and your hopes of tomorrow. I don’t want to be the destructor of dreams or crush any part of your beautiful reality. You break me with those arms. Moving me in your direction while I force my supposed “life knowledge” on you. I think you know more than me. Closer to God with those eyes, so much closer to Him with your heart. I wish I would never forget that warmth. Bits and pieces of truth filter through you and make their way back, to my stream of consciousness. I am so grateful for what blaring sun you bring and the constant reminder that – we only walk on water.
We Walk on Water
A long lost counter part to my red wine lips
Anchored down by a force so strong
It bends my elbow back and forces a crooked spine
Blanketed by dust remains from your cremated bones
Comforting me yet
Diamond smile – but by creation only
Quick to falter as I make the wrong choice
What a masterpiece I have created in my soul’s foliage
It is shaped of stars with scented breezes
Your name whispered through as the wind pulled me back
Centered in a foreboding moment
Because I hear you
You call me to where you are… and I still remember it
Soothing spring to my raging tsunami
No moments silence for the bright sun that lay across this sea
Reflections of a peace that truly does pass all understanding
Because I am what image you are
What is the deepest image of me(?)
I still have yet to know
Down on bended knee
As my bluest aqua blue
Reminds me of a bitter truth
I must change
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My sweet Twitter friend May Kosba brought this song to my attention after reading my blog. It fits perfectly and is so beautiful!