Of the Earth

Green,

The forest floods my eyes and reflects the good morning sun.

I Salute.

This forest, thick and dense and heavy,

Has swallowed all my secrets and sins through the floor,

They reappear as little thorns and weeds.

Sing, sing, sing, scream if you need

No one here is listening.

An emerald borderline, on the hopeful fringes of a charcoaled mind

I dissolve again, I die.

Black and sleepily

Every eve.

I return again, to the living, green.

Where all of heaven and hell reside,

I return again,

Full of promise and hope

With not two green hands but two green thumbs,

Til the day done

Til the day worn

Til the day has gone to seed.

I build fortresses on the riverbank and bleed my sorrows, bittersweet,

The bosque caresses me sideways. Consoles me with the wind.

I am finally quiet.

I am.

Finally quiet.

I think.

A brand new day, the sort of day that doesn’t come too often.

I want to be different….

I want to reach out and touch you

But there is barely a distinction.

We are both in this waiting room.

Where screams disappear,

Howls, become breath again.

Whether we’re busy living or waiting around to die.

I was held naked, by the bareback of the Earth,

Green when she was blossoming, black when she were burned.

I have stood upon these timeless shores,

And stared at the horizon,

My soul feels thick and dense with foliage,

Deep green and coloured life.