Army Boots

Warm beams through cool branches absorbed by a red checked picnic blanket You fresh from a shower your summer dress cotton and optimistic thick clouds castle on the horizon Fully you today propagating warmth and humor being, you see me clearly embers ablaze Your perception moves into me I too am the rapture you are beaming it makes me expand safe enough to stretch at an increasing rate Into the miraculous world I taste it, without thought If I knew I would only live on that day I would have grappled for every breathe battled for every drop but instead I was destined to chase it like a dragon throughout the cosmos fixing, flailing,and inevitably failing unconscious to the tale No day satisfies depression weighs my soggy spirit others remind me of what I missed Your frivolous obliteration of the life that laid before me You had no right to hold me up to the world hands tied, defenselessly naked to be pummeled degraded and used until the end of my unfinished days I am not redemption’s son