Crying for mother’s warm entanglement
On infinite paths that reveal predictable outcomes
Reality is what’s held on to in the slip streams of this consciousness
To become the shoots that root our souls to the results we garden
And culminates in a harvest that can be claimed only as our own
Too often never picked in contemporary seasons
Do you remember that moment?
That moment when it turned from how is it going to be
Then only to lay dormant again
But it happened and you won’t recall
For time has blown away the soil from that garden you sowed
I remember being stretched together in that place
Dreaming of all you were for me, all you would be
And all I was for you, all I would be
On cool summer blades under your blue umbrella
Bridging us to those warm color endings that meant all things,
just as the twilight’s coolness broke the heat of the light.
Puddles of ink were cast in the warm orange brightness
As we explored their darkness, we found our pleasures
Coarse hair across my cheek
Time then expressed so big you could never imagine it ends
Every moment there, a life lived
Every moment there, freedom
A true freedom that seemed to last forever
But truly you could only hope to hold onto but briefly
Lasting only from desire to consummation
Freedom, sweet freedom was that Eden
Whose window closed softly and without notice.
