How could I be so lost?
That is my simple question to you.
Writhing in a field bereft of true meaning
Feeling so utterly sorry for myself
How could I have ever lost sight of lifeís intrigue
The little things that wink at me when the wind blows
The significant purities to be found only in you
Sometimes the air shifts within my lungs and I swear I think Iím going to just curl up and die from the sheer intensity and joy of claiming yet one more breath.
In the distance you remain there
My secretive savior hidden in the grass
What should happen if you knew that I felt you
If you knew that you were the only reason I breathed heat and sun and grass and death
Just to be near you
Even though it seems you demand repayment for such nearness
The right to look upon something you have created
Something I never could have been alone
Mold me baby, into that which you long to see
I wonít fight the paint on your fingertips when the time comes
Sometimes the air constricts within my lungs and I swear I think Iím going to die from the utter lack of that which promises to, at last, make me whole.
Sometimes you shift within my heart and there is no longer a need for air.