September 20, 2019

What do you mean by that.

deep down I'm a very old tree

          still and reserved

          a silent historian

          stardust in my bones

my roots searching for nutrients

in spite of where I was planted

Invest

Want to see me bloom?
Don’t distance me from sunshine,
and watch me unfold.

Yearning

I’ll follow their sun,
grow and burn in their presence.
And I’ll still crave more.

Growth

trying to stretch towards
a North Star, a galaxy
as bright as the sun

Home

Stardust and chaos,⁣
thunder and lightning,⁣
I wasn’t built to be caged. ⁣

I’ve grown too comfortable⁣
with leaping from cliffs,⁣
the rush of crisp air and⁣
intoxication of open skies,⁣
quiet, unspoken addictions. ⁣

When I leave and migrate to⁣
an unknown, endless horizon,⁣
search for warmth and space,⁣
I carry our yesterdays on my back.⁣

But if you ever doubt my return,⁣
think my tomorrows will replace⁣
the harmony of our duets with ⁣
new, unfamiliar, eclectic notes. ⁣

Please know,⁣
you’re always my destination.