The Air Is Clean

I never knew you could touch grace,
Feel, hold and understand her.

The way you have spoken to the Universe,
The way you let the wind tangle your hair,
While listening to nature's speech.

Do you find grace or do you choose it?

I've lost my yearning appetite
I lost my urge to finish a fight.

Starvation mode - an addiction to feel.

Once you fall off the branch of that tree,
I can't assure you'll land among another.

Take grace, and grab hold of these strings.
Everything fragile, may tear apart.

But here, with her. You'll just float away.

Indecisive Ringlets

Pulling on my thread,
Thrusting the door closed.

I don't know what motion to keep constant.
I don't know what words are not wasted.

I can't wait on you forever, but I don't want to walk away.
I can't wait on you forever, but your choice is made not to stay.

Cutting off the thread.
Locking the damaged door.

Walk in or walk out,
I will no longer revolve.

I will no longer stand.
Patience bleeds like pulsing arteries.
You have cut out too much, in your own open surgery.

The rain is falling for you.
In it's million different patterns, for you.

Welcome the overcast.