I don’t see anything
in the darkness of my dreams.
But, I can feel everything
tearing me at the seams.
When there’s only parts of me,
and I am no longer whole,
I’ll tell you where my heart should be,
where I want to keep my soul.
You can stretch my skin out
over the mountains.
Scatter my bones in the river
and hide
my flesh in the forests,
and in the high valley
is where my soul will reside.
I don’t see anything
without the crystal in my hand.
I was born in the wild,
but I’m dying a domesticated man.
Soul broken,
without the touch of the sky.
So, I’m hoping
that when I die,
you’ll stretch my body out
up in the mountains,
somewhere you can hear
the river run clean,
and where the trees reach upwards,
amongst the blue and green.
Let me be
forever part of the place
that I remember,
but cannot see.
This new world is bright,
but it’s too dark for me.
DJR – 2023
