dig a hole
deep and empty
...like a wandering soul
tonight the clouds cover
and mist surrounds what used to be so easily seen
there's a sound in the wind
intoxicating, slow and free
crave the space to speak well-placed words
hide behind the bag in your hands
fill it with pretty words
seal it with an easy knot
the weight holds you still and quiet
and tomorrow feels like someone else's dream
wait for rain
wait for release
wait for a man and easy words
...for hands to be open
...for eyes to see
in every moment life searches for bleeding souls
to rescue bruised hearts
crushing beneath the gravity of a foreign shore
image: clouds