I MUST IF I AM HERE.

through amber glass

and misty eyes

comes a thought startling still:

i have no idea who you are.

i caught some glimmer on a warm summer's day,

when the leaves fluttered silently

and between two shadows came

a glinting silver

and frosty gem

upon bended knee.

and no one spoke quite right away,

to let memory cascade betwixt trembling lips

and shifting gaze;

that may answer be given in sincerity.

they let autumn cloak the road beyond the trees.

and if i had known that familiar faces

would give way to snarling strangers,

shattered glass and severed strings,

that treasure offered 

would have died in the dirt.

heavy is the hand that holds the scepter,

the guide to the steeple, the planets misaligned.

i whisper into morning coffee

if only i had known

i would be so far from here

that the stars in my eyes

would have lit the fire beneath my feet.

but if we're being honest,

the chaos i should adore

for surely,

i must

if i am here.

Reviews

[Charles W]

I love the contrast between the chaotic elements and the homely, wholesome ones. Well done.

[Emunah June.]

Thank you so much for the review, it sincerely means alot to me.