Hello

Hello

HELLO

Is kindness enough when I'm alien
Into words and depth I dive, unheard
How many have such ears about me
As Ice and snow slide off my roof
Like ghost watching my fort to see
Yet, no one is there, like my voice
Entering windows behind held books
Of someone else that had something
To say, while I'm speaking and singing of
This place I've come from and cannot return
In front of humans and men that make
My body warm to be near, how do I
Belong to a world full of people again
When I barely did once, before imprisoned
Monsters that harmed and chained are gone
And my animal brain is a kitty cat, that
Sleeps unending to find sanity in eyes
Meeting mine, yet I still turn away
From memories of the eyes of monsters
That got in, I don't want anyone in
As I sort who is friend, who is mate
And who would be the foe to run
Away from my awakened steps forward
As shadows are of my mane and tail
To run free inside, among my visitors
I fly around the world while sitting
By fire my friends share warmth with me
But what I say hurts the thoughts of the sleeping

Any bond toward me seems to waken
Perhaps too many do not want such peace
Yet, the ones that pretended slumber
Were demons in human skin, and not again
Sleep if you must, in my company
I shall never disturb your path without your
Request to go deeper in your own thoughts
Of me sitting here holding worlds inside me
Because my speaking is too foreign
Even when I thought I found my own
Kind, as kindness was lacking in their lost
I decided to know there could be more
Yet, not look for, no hunt for, only alone
As the conquerer of my life gave me force of
Life under sun over snow while I scanter
For those monsters' thought too long about
How to keep my death upon me, not knowing
That was their prison and only my confusion
As I have cleared this forest from deep
Only haunting trees hide my magic now
Because a Mid Summer's Night is in there
As Dreams are my blood as I rise
Because I am content with unheard
As I write it all down to choose from
I am more than pretend and paint
As my paintings sink in with my voice
And perhaps a friend sits next to me
Feeling the warm I feel with skipping heart
To know the life that is surrounding me is mine

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