Clouds Turn To Waves
Clouds turn to waves
I feel so close to him
See our sameness
our Madness and I wonder
as I climb
an unmistakable chain
of events whether My path
a collective effort
an anxious loneliness
avalanching - yet, I want to run
from responsibilities
caresses, from guilt
and from ordinary gardens, I want
what is possible within the
impossible to feel safe within
the danger of understanding me And loving him
The moment she will
free herself
from time and body Mind over matter
No longer feeling exposed
while naked on the bed
No longer feeling the clock or worrying about Dinner
The moment she stops running
and starts having a heart
to get what she wants while existence never fails
and places rack and ruin
The comfort to avoid pleasure
and stand by the window’s
light, to hug the curtain’s warmth while clouts turn to clouds
and black to powder green
Copyright © Romina Vanmaaren | Year Posted 2020
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