Elucidating Questions

Sometimes I wake up in the moment

I look around and I think

How foreign this all is

How strange

Moon rising

I’m flying

From one place to the next

And suddenly the world around me is so new in a confusing way

The green seems wrong

The sky seems dark

Yes the sky seems dark but the spark is small

And alone

And as a great dragon swoops from the sky above

I think

How magnificent these clouds

That’s not the way they are back home

Wondering

Waiting

To learn where home is

I was wrong

I can admit that

Can you?

Irrelevant.

The disappointing white petals gave way

To pink

Pinker than pink

They would be purple if not for the white

They are pink

They give off the feeling of cherry

And the petals sink as a river into the streets

Beautiful pink

Delicate pink

They fly in the wind

Creating scenes merely by being that humans painstakingly recreate

Effortlessly

They paint the late spring

As early spring

They’ve been around a while

One second they have an inch then they’ve taken a mile

They’ve crept and crawled their way into the places they nested

Never ending list of all the species they’ve bested

They quietly disturb the peace and then they make it bend

Of their insane ability to be unaware and inhumane, they wonder, will it end?

Too many times they’ve looked over and taken what they wanted

With little care, plain disregard, for the lived that they have messed with

Plain hectic

They now decide they’ve wrecked it

Those who were here anyways

Now it’s time for other days

Release the hawk to be free of those pesky little creatures

Even though before we were they were normal features

Who knows what the reasons are for

Suddenly everything is so much darker than I remembered

When did the cherry tree turn red?

How would you decide that it’s not what I say it is

I’m merely experiencing the life I didn’t know I had

There is nothing in my heart

Who knows what the feelings are

But I know you don’t care

I wasn’t trying to scare

I didn’t mean to scar

How do you heal a heart?

She stands on the edge of the darkness with fire in her hands as the creatures run forth

The arrows fly through the silence

And then the explosion

Is it her or the creature to her left who aims light as a weapon?

The masked archer stands hidden in the roots, lost in his own mind as the fighting continues.

They set into battle.

No, come back.

I didn’t say I don’t love you

But the word

Beating heart

The world when there is no definition

The word when there is no true meaning

The fire they speak of

The passion they pretend

All the nothing on my end

You cannot ask me to believe in something unseen

The same as I do with everything

When there is no evidence of its place

I’ve never seen it

Face to face