Ash

Standing here, stacked damaged goods

I bring me back into the woods

The fantastic tales I tell

Of wondrous magic spell

Weaving winds together tempest thrown

Burnt cinder press ash on softened bone

Bound together with winding vine lace

I do this in my secret place

Where faces see not my wild eyes and snicker

Deep in resinous forests the air becomes thicker

Confused are made wanderers, disoriented and lost

And when seeking for solace, are greeted by frost

But this you won't understand

With wet cement covered hands

You've build the walls that keep me away

Ear pressed upon them to hear you I stay

Still the violence is done

You've gathered you guns

And firing in all directions

Without any recollection

You find yourself spent and pleading 'why'?

Noticing not the truth you speak with a lie

That it isn't one sided

And you have not decided

The commitment you lack

Forever loop circling back

With anticipating gaze like a vulture

From your living zombie sepulchre

Knowing neither true life nor death

Evading the real, short timed breath

And I am no better for you are not

Reacting to you contains my thought

Our antagonistic & tumultuous legacy

Defines the contours of our jilted intimacy

But not alone are we the ones beyond the wall

As we walk we remember that it too shall fall

Yet always reaching for new rocks you reconstruct

While heavy you become and in shifting soil stuck

Too ponderous now to rediscover abandoned wonder

Unsettled by change, shaken by storm cloud & thunder

Fearing what you’ve blocked off on the other side

Unwilling to face what’s within, you run and hide

But I can only ever meet you halfway in this space

Can’t lift your mask but simply beckon to this place

If you should chance upon the cracks in that wall

Hearing beauty through them, melody of siren call

Rush not nor scurry to apply another thick patch

Rather, call to me, then wait for our eyes to match