Waving upon with Lights that Follow

  Are you home or should I leave the door open so you can come crawling in? A simple plan I made before running through the fields of nights

  Hearing running hands next to me as I lay there when I thought I was standing to be kissed without anyone there, grasping and staring of some feathers taking me through holding and releasing observations where we thought it was a refuge keeping us safe.

 Watching just how soft feathers can fly and this moment of where contrary motion blinks so you know it's alive, the racing heart underneath your own skin covering you head to toe against requests to draw from your own sword and to let the lanterns blow itself out,

 So certain the spotlight you gave me wouldn't blow out just as you wouldn't let go of your dandelions that I gave you when wishing seem impossible at the time, but golden sometimes white kept that gleam and slow flying Ray-Florets more fragile than ever always had a safe place to land,

 we knew those secrets it was in our hands after blowing your first wish into the waters.

 When time threw it's arms around me for a walk,

 I've never knew to be following the electric lights that spills the inevitable, very close together been shown to the screen of what you were saying when I wasn't there.

The rapid blinking speaking "Are you sure?, or maybe just lay here for now so you can forget and go somewhere speechless and Hmmm a deep breath instead of going through countless keys to open the door. In the end you'll only be fighting yourself in love." 

  A smile of parts from a song,

  In between pieces and acts of letting the dandelions fall lightly into the water flowing from where you'd let go long time ago.

  Was I courageous enough to dare nature to be bold enough to assume a doubt of the songs I sing? Answer is here I've felt it but everyday unwilling to give up on you and to bring you home someday, someday.

 

 

Author's Note

In ways we ask ourselves is there a way or even a way that you were born with to bring into a simple pathway that was once nothing more than a absence of footprints? I ask in life is a gamble and act of faith. So I ask what does it mean to have something stolen from you without a cause?

Reviews

[barleygirl]

At first, your story conveys the palpable sensations of a person who has his/her world sewed up, knowing exactly what to expect, & being held together by the regularity of it all. Then he/she comes home & life has been drastically altered in some way, like maybe finding out your partner is a crackhead, which you never knew, or finding his/her in bed with someone else . . . something that shatters one's trust in one's own ability to understand what's going on around him/her. It can be mind-altering to hit a rough patch of life like that & your story makes me feel it (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

I like your observation yet it fits in my poem sublimely. Minus the crackhead but my question is how do you find out your partner is a crackhead :P. Yes definitely and I'm glad you found this in my poem. Thanks reviewing my oldies :)

[barleygirl]

Over the past 5 years or so, the idea of gender dysphoria has become a popular topic for TV shows & movies . . . & it's pretty mind-boggling to imagine being married to someone for decades & not realizing this loved one has always wanted to be the same gender as oneself! There are many such surprises hiding in all the things we think we know & understand & can count on.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

The discomfort one feels because of their gender is like trying to bite our own teeth in these situations can't control. I'm glad I was born a boy but if i wasn't I wouldn't even known the difference. Only the possibility of influencing or popularizing someone's beliefs can later be a tread or the new era. I say go for it I believe people get bored sometime in their life and want to be something different. Talks of escaping from oneself insecurities or trauma induced by thoughts of childhood cause something happened.