I  hold
the mysteries of my  life,
    some trapped like a river,
    that hold my soul of untouched dreams
    Untouched in the roots of the air that flow
    the earth, lit with fire, unbearable sometimes
    unforgiving, taunting my mind

    The stars of last night,
    the winds of last night
    woke me in early morning

    In early morning
    My  words were faint,
    I mumble to memories
    long ago memories,

    The last time you said
    the world spun, I put my hands out
    to try and capture,
    to try and capture the
    impossible

    something inside
    something tells me
    sometimes
    time passes, to
    time standing still, and

    still standing

    wonders what holds
    my life together
    what holds me together
    what is together?
    does it mean life?
    what means life?

    I wonder why the
    winds can change construction,
    why do they always change?, always construct?
    sometimes, all the time, maybe just

    like

    Different trees, different limbs,
    Different roots, different branches,

    Reaching out, reaching above
    My  head, I breathe in the shadows,
    breathe in the mysteries, breathe in my mind,
    let it run beneath, let it run through,
    let it run over

    My soul like water,
    in unfinished thought