Ambitious

A season ends
with murk and blood
Its time to pull myself up from the mud.

I feel fresh, I feel full
Of whirring thoughts, on which to mull
I step onto the window sill
And see the sunrise, misty but full.

I want to dive
from window to world
And touch the currents
of the sea
I want to dive
from the sky, unfurled
and feel it flowing
over me.

Can I face that wrenching cold
and reach out to the sunlight's gold?
Do I do this on my own
Can I fight the currents hold?
I want to weave
from present and past
a binding golden tapestry
I want to weave
something to last
throughout the stony century

O, but take these questions from me now
I never wanted to know how
to live an entire life alone
I just want to find a home
somehow

I want to lock
windows and doors
in the house surrounding me
I want to lock out
all the roars
of all the thoughts attacking me

I want a warming hand to hold
I want to paint the sky with gold
I want some love to share with you
I want this life to stay unsold

I want to live
from heat to pain
a life with love
but still so free
I want to live
through every rain
with the will to live
and a smile
that is me.

Plr

13th Dec. 09