Grass and Trees

[convoke]

I write my letters to you in my dreams
in red ink I could never ignore.
sealing them with passion and brilliance-
I'm not sure what they were for.
blank sheets-
off white-
that read "I need this, I need you".
I tried not to be trite
am I trying too hard?

paper needed a compass to tell
our hearts were in different places.
south and west
the idea was stressed.
did you get that letter?

I fell behind in my breathing
wishing I wrote something better.
leaning over mailboxes
I glimpse for a sign
I'm barefoot on top of the rocks
check my watch for the time.
my expressions are archaic.
my jewelry is stale.
I think I failed.

who said it was necessary
to circle back around-
to face the grass and trees?
walking below the falling leaves
the wind caught my tears
in it's warm and heavy hands.

I felt your words and breath
on the side of my neck-
on the small of my back.
there you were.
you offered me your air
I'm back on track.
I love this way...