Away

I’m going to run away–

not from you, not from you

I’m going to run away.

I’m going to run away,

and if true, not from you

will I ever run away.

Will I ever run away?

If I do, if I do,

it will be a splendid day.

I will fly so far away

without you, to the blue

where the crouching tigers play.

But I will not run away–

not from you, if I do,

we will see another day.

Where the crouching tigers play,

I’ll run through, back to you

and refuse to be their prey.

I don’t want to run away.

Though I do, not from you

does my heart wander astray.

Yet I must now run away.

If I stay, if I stay

my future will never play.

Now I ask of you to stay

if you do, if you do

then I will come back someday.

In my heart I hope and pray

that you do, God, please do–

See my knees here where I lay.

And then soon I’ll run away

from that blue, back to you,

as if six months were a day.

And I’ll always run this way

and I’ll stay, when I do.

Yes I’ll stay…

I’ll run to you

because you make home not so far away.

“Ocean, Stars, Sky, and You”
http://muddymelly.deviantart.com/

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366 Poems: October 13th, 2016

Safe and Sound

May the gods help the over-thinker

in me

from thinking that I’ve lost you.

I mean, it can’t be helped really.

A trip,

a sickness,

a death,

a few words each night,

and then an airplane

with no such thing

as goodbye.

But I know

that this is when I have to trust you

when you say you’ll come back to me.

In one piece,

in a hundred,

but mailed back safe and sound

the right way up.

I have to trust you.

I’m going to.

But may the gods help the lover

in me

from giving you my heart

when you were already gone.

“.Love long distance.”
http://nonnetta.deviantart.com/

365 Poems: February 20th, 2014

Will the Sky Clear

Will the sky clear before I see you again?

For I would long to dance in the same rain

and shake off the tears of where and why and when

and forget a distance mapped out by pain.

All those who swear on suns and moons do leave

and Juliet tried to warn them in spite,

but I would swear on this wet air I breathe

and hope our storm lasts long into the night.

It’s always raining somewhere in this world

whether on your corner or on my own.

Perhaps someday we’ll find ourselves both curled

under grey blankets not so much alone.

But I shall tell you this someday my dear.

For I have never seen a sky this clear.