A Million Miles Away

the wolf

the mist rolls in
life covered in a wet gray
the funny flowers hang low to the ground
heavy with the soaking
but I’ll be alright

And you,…
you may as well be a million miles away

I somehow know that you feel lost
mired in the decay of confusion
swallowed whole by the night
living in seclusion
but I’ll be your light

a dangerous time, this moment of calm
the water will rise, consuming the lost
leaving the slightly sane to carry the weight
falling into disharmony, as fear takes flight
but I’ll be your light

pandora

the wolf wrote:

the mist rolls in
life covered in a wet gray
the funny flowers hang low to the ground
heavy with the soaking
but I’ll be alright

And you,…
you may as well be a million miles away

I somehow know that you feel lost
mired in the decay of confusion
swallowed whole by the night
living in seclusion
but I’ll be your light

a dangerous time, this moment of calm
the water will rise, consuming the lost
leaving the slightly sane to carry the weight
falling into disharmony, as fear takes flight
but I’ll be your light

There was a man once who called me "sweetness and light",
my husband would say "whatever that means".
I think it meant this.
I'd like to think it meant this.
Your words always reach my heart and I make them mine.
I hope that is right.

the wolf

pandora wrote:

There was a man once who called me "sweetness and light",
my husband would say "whatever that means".
I think it meant this.
I'd like to think it meant this.
Your words always reach my heart and I make them mine.
I hope that is right.

Thank you, it makes me feel good that you make them yours.

I guess once I write them, and share them in some way, that they are not really mine anymore anyway yeah?

justam

I like this one too. :thumbup:

pandora

the wolf wrote:

pandora wrote:

There was a man once who called me "sweetness and light",
my husband would say "whatever that means".
I think it meant this.
I'd like to think it meant this.
Your words always reach my heart and I make them mine.
I hope that is right.

Thank you, it makes me feel good that you make them yours.

I guess once I write them, and share them in some way, that they are not really mine anymore anyway yeah?

I feel like I got a part of you, that makes me feel good!
Writing we interpret our own way and perhaps not always how the author intended. But the words are with us and the connection made, that's the intended outcome. Thank you for writing.

mikalina

What a beautiful poem, thank you for sharing. :thumbup:

mysticweed

Timing is everything
Excellent, moving, illustrative,
Steve

Oh, to feel like a light
I feel happy to count myself as one of the still slightly sane
and who knows how long that will last?

-Buru-

the wolf wrote:

the mist rolls in
life covered in a wet gray
the funny flowers hang low to the ground
heavy with the soaking
but I’ll be alright

And you,…
you may as well be a million miles away

I somehow know that you feel lost
mired in the decay of confusion
swallowed whole by the night
living in seclusion
but I’ll be your light

a dangerous time, this moment of calm
the water will rise, consuming the lost
leaving the slightly sane to carry the weight
falling into disharmony, as fear takes flight
but I’ll be your light

this is beautiful. Lovely work, wolf.

PearlOfAGirl

the wolf wrote:

the mist rolls in
life covered in a wet gray
the funny flowers hang low to the ground
heavy with the soaking
but I’ll be alright

And you,…
you may as well be a million miles away

I somehow know that you feel lost
mired in the decay of confusion
swallowed whole by the night
living in seclusion
but I’ll be your light

a dangerous time, this moment of calm
the water will rise, consuming the lost
leaving the slightly sane to carry the weight
falling into disharmony, as fear takes flight
but I’ll be your light

This is Beautiful!!!