WATER

In an unlit room
she still see's clearly the imprint of her hands,
stretched forth laying down sleepless
Staring at dark hands
so reflective of her hope
And at the pace of a pin drop she finallys lifts,
while letting go Dark eyes,
hands and feet trodden
Rain outside falling into her remedy completely
Cleanse her

He stare's off a balcony of past pride and new desires
wedged between unmoveable mountains
His pride's scarred
but he inhales a second stronger wind
He climbs Jumps straight into a fierce ocean
only to come up swimming fearlessly
now calming his own winds
cleansed.

You hold my hand
half-sleeping I let tears drop speaking their own songs
on the way down. Blink.
I thought you were here only to realize I'm holding my own hand
No, really...holding my own heart
Beat.
And the tears chose to sing this time, not me.
In the mirror all the mascara off my prison dries on chapped cheeks,
still wet from your last kiss.
So stepping on each branch of a poetree still unwritten in many chapters I climb.
The music rises
but the grip of it subsides.
Reaching the top I open my hands let go of the beat
wipe the tears release the music and stretch my smile,
simultaneously to my arms liberated
yelling through my eyes through
her rain
his ocean
my storm
cleanse me.


(Morning)
....we awake in the beginning
Rising as the cacoon falls
A black butterfly emerges the ashes fly A phoenix emerges
And now,
I am standing Clear, clean..free.


This piece was inspired by Maxwell's "Pretty Wings".