patience

Boom Bloom

~ Emma ~ Leave a comment

What do you see when your eyes close?
The day turns pink and the night goes.
What do you feel when you lick the horizon?
Tantalizing tangy rainbows dance on my tongue.

It stays only for a few moments
but lasts for years inside my heart.
Each time it arrives, each time it goes,
a never-ending cycle of joy that grows and grows.

It can’t stop, won’t stop, no matter what,
so some days, I’m like, “What the fuck.”
Because it’s so beautiful, breathtaking and mesmerizing,
I look around and feel so found.

Who is this for, these words here.
Just me, only me, but maybe you too.
I am inspired not by what you want to hear,
but what I need to say, let’s keep that clear.

I’ll walk this walk, follow my feet,
and listen only to these beats.
I’ll watch the water and the sun
as they call me, it’s so much fun.

I get my kicks from storms and sticks
produced by my friends, Mr. Weather and Miss Tree.
Their words bring truth like not nothing else,
we laugh and ponder things that light the sky.

I sing and watch the berries bleed
into my sink, after I soak them to the brink.
I dip them in chocolate heating on the stove,
because today’s menu requires no think.

I wander hoping to not talk to a soul,
it fills my cup and then a bucket.
I release the excess, and say “fuck it”
anonymous today please, that’s the goal.

These words fit just like new shoes,
I must litter the pages as I speak in hues.
I want to dance and flutter without hearing you mutter,
but it’s ok if you tend to sometimes stutter.

Today was such a good day,
my seagull told me the funniest joke.
I spit out my tea and thought I might choke,
is there a better way?

I sing to myself and release it all,
I look at the gifts that surround us
and it pisses me off that you take them for granted,
so all of your takings, I use, and let them know.

That I appreciate you, and you and you.
I see you, hear you, know you, follow you.
I give to you, watch you, ask you, I listen.
Everything they take, I give back.

I will equal the field when things unbalance,
I will let you know that you are loved,
I will remind you that you are seen,
I will embody what you need and flow it to you with speed.

I feel the boom inside your bloom,
and there’s lots of room.
My passion will restore you,
that you can always assume.

Brave One

~ Emma

My love you can see and you can know.
I sat up all night thinking how is it so.
It doesn’t feel like much maybe, but I need you to know.
The way you are, the grit on your cheeks, the fear in your bones, the glass over your heart, it’s heavenly oh.

You aren’t the boy in the yard, or the lost one who is alone.
You have delicate ears, soft eyes, rough hands and a soul of stone.
The world has been bothersome and you chose beat over bone.
Beautiful and sweet, pure and kind, grasping to own.

The dust around your body, the particles placing you astray, just wash them away.
There’s a warmth, a cold, a warmth, a cold, just try and stay, just today, okay?
You are protected by the special ones, to that I am one, you can play.
Different shades, green and yellow, purple and black, no matter, they’re colours all the same, tones created from fray.

Lifting and moving, rolling and sliding you are more than tools, silt and trucks.
You are lightning and strength and sensitive forces inherited from the mucks.
The windows are always open you can choose what to breathe, it doesn’t have to suck.
Without the blocks there is nothing to know how to surrender to and survive… shucks.

The giving from your hand and the easy way you go, the wind sweeping into your nose, you appease.
I listen from all the way over here, I can hear the woe and the yearn to please.
The last time you spoke, it was a goodbye that will rest far out wide and down in the depths of many seas.

I will always be watching you, my eyes scan the valleys and search the caves.
Listen not to the ones who hold defence, who let compassion slide, who can’t see inside, who enjoy the rave.
Your tired mind, your stretched emotions, listen less to them, be brave.
The sparkle in your chest, you can rely and listen, you know what’s gone, and what you gave.

Wherever You Are

~ Emma ~ 1 Comment

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I am thinking about you and everything that you are.
The day was weird today, I kept seeing you when I didn’t want to. 
I walked a lot, watched the ducks, sat in the sun, then it got cloudy, I did too. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
And that you’re on your way to me, you are, you are. 
Are you coming by train or plane or maybe by car?
Are you walking? It’s probably too far. 

Miles I’ve logged in my mind waiting for you. 
I know what I’m after, I know what I need and it is indeed…inside of you. 
The colour in those around me hold beautiful hue.
But the colour in you, a mix of all of the shades that turn flightless into flew. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I’m thinking about the questions you’ll ask me, and how deep you’ll go.
I can’t wait for that moment, I will cry tears of joy that turn to snow. 
Light, fluffy drops, delicate white flakes they will flutter from my eyes, your sweet breath will blow. 

Blowing my snowflake tears away from my face, you will see the light and understand our fate. 
I think about all of the things I can’t wait to tell you, I’m making a list so I don’t forget. 
It’s long, it’s important, you need to know it all, and nothing can wait. 
I wonder where you are tonight, what are you doing, thinking, feeling, I hope you aren’t in regret. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 
I imagine a cool breeze, clear sky, and your eyes closed, face tipped toward the moon.
Waning crescent it glows on you, you are a star.
Are you getting closer, will it be soon?

I had an idea, in five years from now on the first of June, let’s meet here, at just before noon. 
Do you know where here is? I know that you do, you feel it with all of your might.
We are connected by a special force and it will bring us together when the time is right. 
Trust me dear soul, follow and stay entrenched inside the light. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.