Look at you
So mighty
So grand
In all your glory
I try and stand
Try and stand tall
Like you
Watching carefully
Lording over
You..
For decades
You..
Long before we came here
and here we are
You’ve seen so much
You’ve seen it all
Who knows how deep you go
No judgement
Just a silent watchful eye
The transition
From dark to light
Light to dark
Literally
In the breeze
Your branches wash over me
You make me believe
It will be ok
The songs I hear
in the background of my mind
The epic soundtracks
I live my life to
Not as brilliant
As pine
Whistling in the wind
At night
Quick as a switch
That sound
The roar and the howl
The swisssshhhh
Gust of wind turns into whiteout
How lonely a feeling
I want to hold onto it forever,
Fall down.
Silent, snow angel
Except the soft tinkling
The snowflakes like diamonds
Fluttering to the earth
and dying
Like so many dreams.
You whispered those sweet nothings in my ear
Because I am nothing
with you.
Now that you’re gone
Feels as though a weight has been lifted
Replaced with burden
So many burdens.
Guilt and doubt that brings me to my knees
Sometimes.
Sometimes picks me up and dusts me off
Gives me a talking to
Gives me a what for.
Lights get brighter
The air gets colder
Breathing gets faster
Brrrrrrrr I say
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
Can’t get the smile off my face
Can’t stop laughing
Nervously
The town is a blur
Don’t know where we are but..
I grasp your hand
As we walk thru the night
Weaving in and out of the crowd
I squeeze tight and I squeeze
Pulling you along
We dance
Anywhere we want
Anonymously
We just break out and dance
No one makes eye contact
I’m even a little afraid of you
And you of me
Now I wander back thru town in my mind
That night
It’s lonely
Dusk gives way to moon filled nights
When evil comes out to play
Along the ancient banks of the broad
they wander aimlessly
Imprints of the past..
So much has happened here
What other secrets do you harbor, frenchie?
How many more are there?
So many..
You hold them tight
Caressing them with your current
Rock-a-by baby-ing them to sleep
Ssshhh..it’s okay.
It’s okay now.
Deep in the recesses of my heart
The dark corners
The left turns and the right angles
The obtuse and acute triangles
There is something
Something on the borderline of a feeling..
I guess.
Take me to the woods to see!
Autumn is here and the mountains are calling
Seeing them from a far these days
It’s no longer good enough.
I’m anxious. Uneasy.
I want to be IN them,
feel them
claw my way back.
I want to smell dirt and damp earth
Switchback, scramble, climb and traverse.
This ache in my chest
This weight of the world..
Only she can cure it
The Mother, Gaia.
I want your tears to wash over me, Gaia.
Wash away my sins and my fears
Comfort me.
Take away my thousand yard stare.
When I can no longer see what’s behind me
And the only thing in front of me is forever
Only then does my heart open
Only then am I truly free.
I would move these mountains for you if you asked
play them like chess pieces until I made it to you
(Wherever that is)
I know you’re not a pawn in this game tho
I know you’re not a pawn.
Strong, mighty and stoic you stand
like the hemlock and spruce fir
along the ridge line they span
arms wide, waiting to welcome me in
whispering secrets from the past
(like we do with our eyes)
Everyone who came before
left an imprint
has a story to tell..
The Eastern band of Cherokee
You, me.
These mountains..
(The Blue Ridge)
Hundreds of millions of years in the making
these mountains spoke to me
without words
long before our story began.
With the rustle of leaves
or the snap of a twig
with the isoprene that gives them their color
(Blue)
with the change in terrain or elevation
they speak
they echo.
Granite and limestone reverberates the sound
hauntingly so
draws me in close
has my full attention, always
like you do.
And as I listen
these mountains..
from the high country to the foothills
they hold me and cradle me and rock me to sleep.
I tilt my head up and look towards the sky
The rain pours and pelts
It’s cold
Large droplets fill my eyes
Blur my vision
Rain for days..
The world is a monet painting
Unclear and out of focus
For me
For right now.
Your nose is cold and your glasses fog
I see your breath and I laugh
I grab your hand
I let go
I hear the vibrato
The change in your voice
That says..please, no..
But nothing makes sense
I take off running
And I run and run and run
Hope you dont follow
I can’t look back
And I don’t
I can’t
The frenchie
She’s so quiet now
Her waters calm
Low
Due to draught
She’s different somehow
More haggard
Showing her years
End of summer
Cold front moving in
Everyone’s hiding
Inside instead
I can’t let go
Don’t want to!
Not just yet anyway
I want to hold tight
To those lazy summer days
With her. Us. You. Them.
Feeling her run over me
Kicking my feet
Mud between my toes
Gliding my hands across her surface
Feeling her slip through my fingers
TO THE FRENCHIE!
See you next year!
I bow to you
A farewell til then,
My dear lady.
You’re a dark horse
That just rode in after sunset
A horse
Come outta nowhere
Just a-gallopin
Fast
No one at the reigns
No one steerin’ this train
Just runnin’ and a-chuggin’
Pawin’ at the ground
CHARGE!
Faster than a steam engine
And with more force even
Than Norfolk Southern
WOAH NELLIE!
Slow it down
Before this shit flies off the rails
Slow.it.down