Thursday, February 17, 2011

Where you are.

I'm felling pretty content,
comfortable right here where I am.
Cool in the shade,
staring in the distance.
Sun in shining,
the breeze is soft and warm.
Through the tree trunks,
there's a meadow where you are.

Voice is a whisper,
on the wind.
Mountains on the other side.
I turn my back on the on the pretty sight,
away from the meadow,
and the mountains,
I gaze into the shaded wood.
Knowing what lay behind,
I think I'm feeling okay where I am,
and I turn away from where you are.

Walking through the woods,
they are safe and familiar.
Leaves always changing,
never too far from the way they were.
Moving, swaying, gently in the breeze,
I smile, they are pretty.
But the wind carries a whisper, a calling,
I consider but move farther from where you are.

I reach out for the familiar,
fingertips touch,
words are spoken.
It's safe and I know it,
I feel contnent with the situation.
Time passes,
then I can feel it,
can't ignore it.
It finds me, a warm breeze,
smells like the meadow,
essense of mountains,
it is followed by a muted whisper,
reminding me of where you are.

Mind is muddled.
Do you even know?
Breeze wraps arounds me,
pulling, pushing, drawing.
I consider,
I allow it, the wind to take me back,
just to look,
just to see where you are.

Back to the edge of the wood,
there's the meadow,
bigger, brighter, warmer
than before.
Mountains, oceans, sky
more clearly on the other side.
In the meadow, hand ready to take mine,
they you are.
Ready to pull me to
where you are.

I look over my shoulder,
Is the potential the same behind?
I consider, mind is muddled.
Choice seems easy,
It is my life.
Keep it in the shade or let it shine?
Choice seemed easy,
this is harder than it seemed.
Back to familiarity or into the sunlight
right to where you are?

Time is needed,
of course there is a short supply.
I take a seat in a brighter patch of shade,
knees drawn up,
I'm still guarded.
I gaze into the distance,
letting it be more clear.
I notice no breeze comes from the shade,
no reminder, no calling.
Does it really care?
Am I still content?
I stare more inently back to
where you are.