the trees are covered in ice

it is early morning

the air is frigid

the day will warm

and the ice will melt

the trees are covered in ice

it is early morning

the air is frigid

the day will warm

and the ice will melt

the trees are covered in ice

it is early morning

the air is frigid

the day will warm

and the ice will melt

it continues

and continues

i wonder if our souls
speak different languages.
would your soul
recognize mine?
i want to see yours.
i awake
with this desire.
in the stillness of the night
i let mine call out,
come to me”,
it says,
we can hold this,
we can love this
.”

For Jeremiah

i have gone within

folded my energy around myself as one might embrace a child

i left something in france
in those mountains
deep in those mountains

i am no longer jeremiah

i fought this ideas
i didn’t want to accept it
i didn’t want to believe it
even after months of transforming
after months of shedding layers
from summer
to fall
to winter
i held on

(in the dim light of the new year i finally awoke
in the early hours i opened my eyes
and i saw myself
i witnessed myself)

i wanted to return with him
i wanted to bring him back

i wanted to return with me
i wanted to bring myself back

i pleaded

come with me
i can’t be me without being you
who will i be without being you


you will be you without being me
you will hold you and only you
of you you will be

for you you will be

(in the dim light of the new year i finally awoke
in the early hours i opened my eyes
and i saw myself
i witnessed myself)

the scar had healed but it held so much pain
we reached for it
we reached to touch it

are you sure
this will hurt us
it will break us
push us apart
but growth is painful
are you sure
this will hurt us


we reached out to touch the scar

i can’t be me without being you
who will i be without being you


we reached out to touch the scar

you will try to return
there is safety here
even in heartache there is safety
the known is safe even if it is full of pain
you will try
you will want
you will crave
you will seek this
this place
you will seek me but i will be gone


i can’t

you will
when the storm passes you will allow me to remain here
in these mountains


(in the dim light of the new year i finally awoke
in the early hours i opened my eyes
and i saw myself
i witnessed myself)

lightly we touched the scar
under our gentle fingers we felt the uneven skin
the marks
the lines

a blinding light
a flash
a fire
white hot flame
a storm that raged so great
winds that blew so fierce
and rain that fell so hard
movement and shifting
movement and change
we fell downward
i fell downward
downward
the weight of these years
i was holding so much
i was stubborn

you can let go
there is no weakness is letting go
let go of this pain
release it
release me


we parted ways
we gave blessings
we took blessings

(in the dim light of the new year i finally awoke
in the early hours i opened my eyes
and i saw myself
i witnessed myself)

i entered another life
i had folded my energy around myself
as one might embrace a child
i was holding myself
for me and only me
of me i am
for me i am
in gentle whispers i sang
i sang of strength
i sang of love
i sang of renewal
of rebirth
of healing
of being healed
of being whole

you are you without being me

i am no longer jeremiah

you are no longer jeremiah

there is a
field
the crops passed
many seasons
ago
here and there
saplings have
sprouted
some thick
with seasoned
bark
from many
winters
around the field
is a stone
wall
it is
crumbling
and lost among
moss
and bramble
and small trees
that have found
their way
to the light
shooting up around
the stones
woven amongst the
rocks
hanging from
rotting
fence posts
and tangled up
in the
long grass
is rusted
barbed wire
camouflaged
against its
surroundings
it catches clothing
and
snags skin
leaving rust stained
lines
within flesh
as a
reminder
of its presence
the field is
all but
inaccesible
one can only
look on
through the various
seasons
and wonder about
the crops
that were once
planted
there many years
ago
one can only
look on
at the trees
that have leapt
up now
left
to their own
way
to their own will
without plow
or foot
to disrupt
them