Whispers on the Wind

Scots_On_The_Rocks · 10-12-2013, 06:30 AM

I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers,
thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples

But now you sit still as stone
Locked within the fortress of your own pain
Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you

You were to me a life-saver,
And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free

Could we again be like we were
Could we be like the camera caught us
Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded?

As the leaves now fall from the trees
Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you

I turn and walk away
Forsaking everything
Including the coins that rustle in my pocket
And choosing the path of the recluse

I wander now
Alone
A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering
In solitude

10-12-2013, 06:30 AM	#31
Scots_On_The_Rocks Member How Do You Identify?: Genderqueer Butch Preferred Pronoun?: They, them, theirs Relationship Status: Owned by a few cats, Loved by one woman, and Looked up to by one child. Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: 47° 15' 31.4208'' N, 122° 27' 57.5028'' W Posts: 759 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 364 Thanked 1,092 Times in 386 Posts Rep Power: 19759003	02/28/2006 I draw deeply on the clove cigarette between my fingers, thinking of a time when you and I danced among the maples But now you sit still as stone Locked within the fortress of your own pain Isolating me from the sanctuary I once found in you You were to me a life-saver, And all the things within myself I longed one day to set free Could we again be like we were Could we be like the camera caught us Exposed in that worn photograph long since discarded? As the leaves now fall from the trees Mingling and burying the feathers of my freedom in you I turn and walk away Forsaking everything Including the coins that rustle in my pocket And choosing the path of the recluse I wander now Alone A Buddha seeking the answers to my own suffering In solitude __________________ Know that The Universe made you in perfection. And know that there are people out there who recognize this. -Me "Without passion man is a mere latent force and possibility, like the flint which awaits the shock of the iron before it can give forth its spark." ~ Henri Frederic Amiel