It is here
that I stand reaching...
Resubmitted and edited**
I haven't forgotten you...
There you stand, as you have for so long
an imposing structure, softened by song...
Falling during dreaming
kick-starts the butterflies...
I'm
So-So...
And as I slip, sliding down this distant path
I still hear the voices, the tin pot radio...
Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...
Carnivorous natural phenomenon
agitates my well being...
As more voices intruded
poked then prodded...
Jovial to a fault, yet a tinge always lingered
oozing so much love, pride perched in glinting...
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally...
Life
miraculous, hopeful...