The Mystery of Years
I wake to find
someone sleeping in my bed
my head
with worries, with words
I can not find
my mind
beneath the closet full of clothes
that fit too tight
against this skin
to suck me in
closer to a world of eyes
of lies
where you can touch
can make me feel
fantasy of perfection
my true self will reveal
the pain in accepting
I am just, all I can be me
we shall sigh
when love resides
and judgment dies
to soothe thy soul
thy crumbling heart
in thinking and doing
I fall apart softly to my path
I will laugh at steps
this winding road
my clumsy walk
I trip on signs
I spin through doors
sail the ocean
to sleep on shores
its in this breath
and in these tears
I understand the mystery of years
of body, of spirit
listen closely
and you shall hear it....god.
Tabi
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