Kamikaze
I have no blood
I have no heart
Only a red sea in my chest
Tide in highs and lows
Every single second
At the beckoning of a moon
Behind the very sky.
Pulled by things unseen
Plucking feathers clean
Pruning vanity clipping pride
Silencing remarks so snide.
In the end I’ll be a nomad
Walking ever inland
To where the gardens grow
I’ll have no grass to mow
Only seeds to sow.
Come with me
Come one come all
Untie the dreams safely moored
Let them risk open waters
And swift unseen currents.
Be swept away by the music
That’s played in the background
Of your dreams.
Be the kamikaze
That forgot to say goodbye
Overwhelmed by the importance
Of the task at hand.
Copyright © Vaughan Wesley | Year Posted 2018
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