Light
I am going to rest here,
wearing down the chair,
feeling one's weight.
Emotional set-up
was climbing the walls.
Light above, with no ideas,
got stopped by the police
for walking within the fields.
Didn't realize they had cameras in the hills.
Restrict my movement, why don't you?
God forbid natural chaos.
No firm grip.
I chose to have things to do this day,
but I put them on hold,
biding my time to be alone.
Though I thought I left it too late,
will you wait for me?
I am trying to remain found,
circling light on the waves,
anchor loose,
leaning overboard.
Within the depths are words left unsaid,
without remorse.
Brick walls one can jump a fence.
True feelings banging on corridor doors,
entering their moment.
Usually, they turn away in disgust.
Do not enter their worldview.
Pretty items have their place.
What can one offer in this late hour?
Perhaps a hand on the shoulder?
I see you in the sticks,
the avenues, off-grid,
the sand and pebbles.
Would one remain when day's end comes?
I feel a slight movement of appreciation.
That's all that's needed to carry on
ticking boxes, one's acceptance.
Done enough for today; let them rest.
Hello again, reality.
Been a while.
You caught me painting a scene,
forever open for interpretation.
Guide me, lighthouse.
I am trying to return home.
I gave it all to get here.
Can I be greeted with smiles?
In fear of being dismissed,
lost at sea.
I swam those beaches,
but the current was always against me.
A message in a bottle over starboard
it shall bring you hope
when it washes ashore.
"You are not alone," shall be said.
I'll find the meaning to all this.
Just watch me.
I've disagreed with every step
vibrant colors, zest of life,
an idea, deities.
Mysteries of the seas.
I am closer than one thinks.
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Lee Norton
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