Flowing with the current, flying in the wind

Swimming to the shore
My ferry is broken and is in need
Of repairs
Floating in the storm
I am lost to all the memories indeed
In despair
Maybe not tonight
Or tomorrow but one day I will
Find the will
Again & again I fall, but only to rise
Only with sunrise
The bed is colder every night
Winter is approaching
The blues come along with it
I find myself often
Flowing with the current
Flying in the wind
Some days I'm a ferry man
Others I'm gazing longingly at the stars
Hoping to wave to friends
Some days I'm a bird, soaring
My soul rings, aches a bit
With the wind's groaning
Like a tree of oak
Floating in the storm again
Swimming to the shore once more
My ferry broke
Harvesting the wood
I will be sure to have it in the waters
Before anyone needs to ride with me
I will go into the sunset
And fail to sleep
Freedom calls again
Order within is screaming
At me
Ghost of my past
They wave back through the stars
At least
I think they do, it's what I see
I know not what path to walk
What star to follow this night
Pathfinding is getting tiresome
This whole charade is getting old
I need to take me onto a boat
But for someone else to row
I need to know
Can the ferryman find
A ferryman for his soul
Digging through the earth
Answers I cannot find in her
Embrace
Once I thought about
Joining my body & my soul
With hers
But I believe that by standing here
Seeking truth within
Again I begin
The bees come by
I'm not flower
They sting
The stray cats are afraid
Maybe it's my stature
Maybe it's my face
The dolphins do not play
Staring at the sky
Light's aplenty
No star in sight
Losing all my thoughts
When I stare into this stranger's
Eyes
The stranger knows me, more than anyone ever did
Or ever could
To him, I am a voice
That only he ever understood
Flowing, floating, flying
Cawing as loud as the storm
But no one's heard
My screams & heartburn
Landlocked bird
Landlocked fish
I need my boat
I need to swim
I need my wings

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