Sunday, April 15, 2012

wAit for mE

I look through the leaves to find the trees
Harboring the past as a refuge
A place I can hide
Knowing the tales to unfold

I take a limb and put on my food
And tablecloth a place to unfold
All of me
And feast by myself

The wind comes to visit
And ask about how I really feel
No need to pretend and smile
Just be the me I was always to know

My bites seem not to have fulfilled the need
And dessert is on the wait
Just saying step to see
The life you were to do
Not the one you are shaping around you

All art and verbiage are @ olives and you 2009-2012 unless otherwise stated.

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