and I'm still crawling toward a glory of lust ...
unrequited desire ...
one sided admirer ...
that's me collecting nothing but dust
that's me so old and full of rust
and that's me drowning in my trust
believing in sun and fire
that my warmth brings calmness out of this ire
my shaft has gotten weak and i'm so tired
water sapped of me and i grow drier
but i stand still as those winds thrust
i let go of the stolen leaves by august
for i no longer flower
and my fruits are as good as a liar
but i ought to live and grow higher
as long as my roots are well bound
clinging desperately to this ground
climbing away from that cozy down
wait not to be found but be a finder
slip away from a dreadful mire
what i aspire ?
a wingless flier
a dauntless sire
i am the wistful riser
reaching an apex of me that is so clear and profound
where i proudly spread my shadows around
indulge my scent in what you surround
and i gladly accept what i found
your birds will always live within me
safe and sound ...
