Friday, September 9, 2011

day 47

Seeking:
a gently used glass bottle
to hold all this power in

or maybe
to just collect our tears
remind us that these elements will mix together
and there are more friendship atoms than saline
we cry
we weep alone
but sweep teardrops together
double knotted.

We've been linked by invisible laces since birth
crossed bows at different intervals
and tied together til the end of time

our friendship is the aftermath of broken glass
yes
eventually we will all shatter
but we will blow into the wind
like precious beach sand during summer wind storms
cause eyes to tear up
it's your choice to let go
but it's not fair to hold it all in
feel free to share your
dreams
fears
wants
because I am
Seeking:
a gently used glass bottle
to hold all this friendship in

we can watch the mixed elements of ourselves
swim freely in our sand memories
or sit and watch time pass
when our ribbon souls are tired

so friends
please remember
that yes
eventually we will all shatter
because we are fragile gently used glass bottles
but we contain so much love
packaged with strong souls
we will blow into the wind
but we will never run too far
from our bonds.

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