fire in the sky
and it’s the magic of twilight that draws me outside, down the hill to a swamp filled with peepers. some nights the sound roars through the darkness, and on those nights, it’s not that i can’t sleep, it’s just that i don’t want to. my primal memory wants to lie outside and count the starts into numbers too large to carry. my feet refuse to forget the sensation of walking. nothing is clear in the darkness, but everything shines, and until you’ve let the moon find your shadow, you’ve never once stood in real light. there are secrets out here, everywhere. the trees are always whispering. i want to walk into the forest and do nothing but listen. that’s where all the answers are, but we’ve forgotten how to hear them. lightning reminds us, but only for a moment. and thunder makes us forget yet again. i want to wash my hair in the rain and leaves my toes caked with mud. i want to run through the color of midnight.
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June 2nd, 2015 at 10:11 am
“it’s just that i don’t want to” yes, yes, yes. see you out there under the moon!
June 2nd, 2015 at 2:20 pm
I want to run with you!
June 2nd, 2015 at 2:58 pm
Oh, yes. This is how I have felt on the rare nights I’ve been able to spend under the stars, how I feel about Nature in general. I want to be a part of it, not just in it, running wild through the color of midnight and counting all the stars. And when I can’t do that, when I am trapped in the city and in my aching body, the next best thing is to read about that from someone who understands. It is a balm for the soul.
June 2nd, 2015 at 6:01 pm
Yes,yes,yes…..me too xo
June 4th, 2015 at 2:08 am
love, love that final line ~