Moon in the Branches

Moon in the Branches

Realigned and regaled take these thorns out of my tales

Retold and re-hung remove the stains of what has been done

To my taint and to my days I am finally moving from this stage

Up the path and in the thicket these are moments

Where I will recall that I lived it

With full voice and full peace, that I gave every part of me

Out in a dash across this path to grow to her

To say this is my life and carry the moon

Around every turn I have made and will make this fade

Back into gravel and sand these bastard pebbles in my hand

Round them and pound them into rounded spheres

That the jagged bags are no longer here

Take my hand, take my being

Find this glade and lay down my everything

Into these verdant blades and soften as they cut

The past off the extremities of every breath to become

A man as plain as this redwood, with free lungs sailing

On the air of your birds landing in my branches

Resting and nesting there and why like a dotted I

In my air to stare at blue eyes and cloudless skies

A sun and done this moon and soon

You will see the piece of memories fading in payment

Of modern impairments falling off into dust shackles

Power in the lunar crackles of pale light

Green eyes and night skies

Calling down the mounds of stretched out accoutrements

I have collected to shed them here in the tendrils of your tears

Reaching and wrapping me in the belly of this tree

A canvas of white skin and I am held in to see

You rooting here in this peer of a human

Silent and sweet, Speaking in movements of pleas

For me to be in your life, despite

All you know this is the envelope

You wish to mail off and sign off and seal

With a kiss that this is the last form to fill out

The last order to make that yesterday was the last day

You will ever dream in gray of falling asleep alone

And pray, of where is the moon light calling back

Where is the man, whispering flat, that

There is a green eyed girl in a pale light

Dreaming out loud