​TOWER

​TOWER
December 8, 2013
Feels like a tower
Grey sky
Wind whipping through this long dark hair of mine
As I stand at the top
Look round
Look down
Blue eyes open wide
A world of wonder
hushed away
pressed inside
Wondering why you’re still on my mind
after little more than silence and time
Why am I
still high
On the thought of you
The want of you
high in a tower
With not a thing to do
…
The sun rises
and the morning breeze
Moves lightly across my face
Feels like a kiss
A light touch
An embrace
The sky knows me
And it shows me
Your heart
But not where you are

The earth breathes me
And it needs me
As I reach
To touch
The dirt
So far beneath me
is the earth
From my tower
Yes it’s feels like a tower
And I sit on the marble floor
Lean my back against the cold stone wall
Tilt my head to look
At the heavens above
And wonder why
After so much time
That I’ve been a girl
Exploring
This mortal world
I do not know more about
the phenomenon that some call love
really I still know far less than enough
but the chase has left me
stumbling
reeling, lost and fumbling
it’s too much
sometimes I’d rather feel nothing
So for now
I’ll simply sit and enjoy the early sunlight
of this morning hour
And the view
From the window
high up
In my tower.