do you remember
when another life was loving into us,
like thoughts move
through open doors?
that place is another continent,
like i am to you,
wrapped into dreams
like an unborn child
that's almost not here.
but i remember for us all.
& i let the trees loosen into me,
with their orange peels of sun,
the way that they would've wanted.
the way that i would want them to recall us
in our elegant affair.
how many dreams must i dream
or how many realities
do i have to injest
before i manifest
whatever it is
that you're looking for?
i wonder if i can be the bleeding everything forever.
or if i have it in me to keep true
what must be kept true.
when everything is broken,
how can i keep the pieces of me
from moving on into the emptiness of what i am?
am i the forest,
or is the forest that is in me
more than i can know?
i'll keep searching though,
through the intricate moss of myself
& our own.
guides me towards a mutual home...