Oh Suffering Soul

Oh Suffering Soul

These are the words that come to me across the great divide
I try to link them to the myth, the secret, the goodbyes, and this strange fascination with taming my gremlin.
I try to link them to a safe harbour but it became a vessel stuck in the mud and all I really want to do is move. All I really want sometimes is to be that field again.
Where I sleep under the stars
And curl up with my life manual called
- A Simple Guide to Enjoying Yourself
I am here looking at deflated balloons and trying to catch falling elephants and drawing a very fine line.
But I am also looking at green and blue feathers and shiny crevices to curl up and nest in
– This feels like freedom!
Oh the possibility of flying!
Oh to see the stars on this side and to see more stars on that side
And to know they match somehow and that the great divide just got a little closer.