Wednesday, 22 May 2013

empty fair ground

so I wandered around 
the empty fairground
waiting to be found
perhaps behind the reeds
perhaps under a pine
by the skinny robins;
the sun comes out to find
everything, it's okay
that one spindly blossom tree
watches on, by the edge of the lake
that green green green
that too white swan
reminds me of a dream
that everlasting fossil
i forgot how beautiful 
the common is
in the summer
the sun, I swear
it only comers out for me
only after i leave
to leave, to breathe
in nature
the soul exhales
the heart hurts 
but it would would hurt worse
if i was still there
-to seek real life-
-to be fearless-