This landscape is far from bare
But the wind it whistles through
Whispers secrets
Whispers nothings
Whispers sweetly
Honest truths
Don’t know if this is
Me speaking
Or if these words they
Come from you

Complexity centres
Creates abstraction
To all previous
Mis-sold truths
Graceful artefact
Heart still in tact
Wanting feeling
To know you

Perhaps the clouds they
Do betray me
Giving shadows
To what’s real
Perhaps the glimmers
Of raw sunshine
That you inspire
Give me proof
Where there is none
Make perspective
So selective
Like a dream
But I’m honest
And I’m ready
And I’m willing
To feel free…

Leave a Reply

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

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

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ 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 )


Connecting to %s