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Bloom

I float further
through the sky,
stumbling on blades
that remind me:
I am forever.

The wind calls home
every place I go.
Blue from the sky
masks the emotion–
I dropped the world.

On my own, I get
caught up in a whirlwind,
but only for a moment,
until I am forced north
for a retreat.

I have nowhere to go,
but I keep moving.
I only long for a place
to be familiar for me,
to rest permanently.

The wind finds a home
for me, finally–
near an old tree.
Its trunk has carvings
and holes and homes.

At last, I can break.
I settle in.
Soon you’ll wish
you were more dead
than me–said the tree.

I scoffed and said
you don’t know
what I’ve been through–
flying, not having
a place of my own.

The tree laughed
and sighed at once.
You know not
what you say
little one.

You are here to stay,
you will never move.
You will come to see
the thing you long for most
is the time when you were free.

Hours passed, days disappeared,
as did months and years.
The old tree decayed
and collapsed and
was carted off.

I stand taller than he
ever did.
Children run around me
and laugh and play.
I am forever.

Every day I think
about the words
imparted upon me
and I dream
of flying away.

One hundred thousand lives
pass through my eyes.
Hopes and aspirations
have died at my knees.
I am everything.

When you stand to see
everything there is
to see,
you only want to be
free.

So when I felt an aching pain
on that cool November day,
it only made me
feel warm
inside.

I knew that sharp
familiar sound
of the axe
putting me to sleep
slowly.

Perhaps I will be a decoration
or made of some use.
But as I feel the life
drain from me,
my spirit prepares to fly free.

As the blade slowly
takes away me,
I remember everything.
I am the world.
I am free.

And as the last slash
cuts through me,
everything I’ve known is gone
and I’m flying.
I am gone.

I begin the journey anew.
I fly without direction
without home.
I fly alone.
I am forever.

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One more rose

If your roses of red
make me violently blue,
can your frustration with fear
conquer you?

If the green in my eyes
is the tone in my soul,
will I know if it’s ready,
or if it’s grown too old?

A glass full of flowers
that have died away,
once flashed the room yellow,
now are dark and gray.

The brown of the walls,
the decay of love
that has tried to move on,
but clings to what once was.

Oh your red roses
and my sea of tears,
cue up the onslaught
for one thousand years.

I have lived many lives,
ran away in vain from my death.
But now I know this dark, black world
truly knows what is best.

So before you cry,
think of this:
You have hope,
it’s not the end.

Your roses live on,
another day,
to fade out my blues
far away.

And I’ll be here
again to try
to live it through
again and die.

But I don’t come back
this last time.
You’re on your own.
You’re in my mind.

Love lives on,
I know it’s true,
but people die.
Like me and you.

So when I’m gone,
and I will be soon,
my body disappears,
but my soul is in you.

So pick a rose
once more for me.
I’ll cure your blues,
just wait and see.

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