Literature
Journey On
I'm not really sure how I got here.
I lay on the ground with my undone hair
all around. My body feels so heavy
but there isn't a sound. I know tears touch me
as they roll off my cheeks. Yet, my eyes stay
still as I look forever on, higher
up to stars so bright. Will I now dissolve
into the Earth herself, all just to steal
me away from this distant light? Destined
to fade under grass, which your feet will pass.
I really was never sure or sound.
I lay by a river that doesn't babble
for my skin has forgotten the soft feel
when in matter. I remember something.
Yes, I once loved water as my Mother
and all seemed better. The darkness wanders
without my notice, what else would I need
when adrift on the moonlight sea? Time feeds
the living, so I only sing of dreams
lost on wings. Oh, river, wash me and see.
I've let it all be forgotten, I think.
What was me is nothing to speak for lights
once distant, now dance on the waves of night.
To be is just to breathe, as is to see,
while to
