.if.you’re.having.trouble.

If you’re having trouble finding me, consider the crowns of the orchard trees.

Toes scantly clad in sunrise dew, oft’ swing gleefully akin the fertile fruit.

Life’s throb curled in awaiting death, for death brings life.  This tree knows best.

If you’re having trouble finding me, peer from mount’s summit to valley green.

Propelled by wonder with hound in tow, twixt crag and river where Poppy grow.

Breathe out-look up, inhale-spin round, find freedom i’ve found in falling down.

If you’re having trouble finding me, let your soul pulsate with what poets speak.

An azure depth, a wordless tune, measure your fleeting life out in coffee spoons.

For life seen through another’s eyes, sweeps scar and dust from shallow minds.

If you’re having trouble finding me, launch your heart to where the sparrow sings,

glide your mind along horizon’s curve, linger on first kisses and skipped  beat’s nerve.

Dive deep ’til deafening silence gives strong voice to forgotten things once lived.

My form never skilled in great display, nor batting lash, not in games they play.

I’ve asked campfires to keep me warm, blazing lovers through nightfall’s social storms.

Yet time and again seeps in new dawns, a campfire must drown when I trek on.

In trekking I’ve failed at being seen, and fear you’ll fail at finding me.

I can’t give word I’ll slow pace soon, I’ve begun to climb by light of moon. 

Yet if the chance should ‘er arise, to brush new hughes on sunset skies.

I’ll soon take form, ill soon show face, do come stitch clouds with silver lace.

~ by iseethemoon on December 7, 2008.