It was me all the time

Witnessed the fall
it was the ground in all your soil
grows tight in my roots as a last thirst to water a life force capable yet
witnesses of a thought creates the door to a life
and I find the spark again in a new perspective
opening all doors in a different direction
seeking consolation to recycle the light
wind will find soil
will build fire
will burn water
will bring me back.

A rose is a rose

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s