It’s apples and oranges, really
trying to discern.
The clues gleaned
from the words that were said.
Or maybe ‘it’s just an illusion,
like a shadow in the night’.
One that’s taken hold
and lives under your skin.
It’s castles made of sand
consumed by the waves.
That once again
become part of the sea.
It’s whispers in the silence
it’s words made of dust.
One simple gesture
wipes them all away.
It’s all about moments and savoring
the taste that they leave upon your lips.
It’s about living them, breathing them, giving them life
before all of those little ones slip away.
To nourish and feed
an assuredly dying soul.
To bring a broken spirit
back to life.
To throw caution to the wind
in attempts to join the living.
For the chance to shine
it is worth the inevitable risk.
Maybe in the end it was all for naught
the risk, the dance, the leaping into the air.
Maybe the landing on the earth will be too hard a fall
maybe I’ll just plant an apple tree instead.