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Evergreen
A poem on letting go
Light snow, where do you go when you drift away?
I wonder, do you find yourself when you stray?
Who has a hold of you, Patagonia, the Himalayas, or Norway?
These are the questions I ask myself by the thawing lake.
Maybe I’m succumbing to an impending heartbreak?
Truth be told, I haven’t been as honest with you as I should.
I’d hardened my heartwood if I could.
It’s a frozen desert out there,
and I know your heavy heart doesn’t care.
But I do–
and there’s a blizzard coming soon.
If you need, there’s a shelter for you in the land of the loon.
Look for the lone pine at the end of Cedar Lane.
Bring the thunder, bring the fire, bring the rain.
Whatever the storm, I can weather them all the same.
When you’re ready, just call out my name.
It can get so lonely in the obsidian night.
I won’t beg you to stay & I don’t want to fight.
I see beyond the transiency in your eyes.
Who else knows the truth behind your lies?
I’ve known you need a place to call your own.
Am I selfish for wanting you to come…
