Friday, October 28, 2011

Journal Entry

October 28th
Rain fell from the sky today and my thoughts were thoughts of you,
Atop your mountain, my dear, so young and strong and free.
I could see your face tilted towards the grey sky.
So, so alone.
With every drip and every drop I heard you scream,
“The Wild is my home.”

The cold wind touched my face today and I swear I felt your hand,
Playing with my hair, just like you used to do.
Are you now sailing on an untamed sea, my dear?
So, so alone.
With every gust I hear you shout,
“The Wild is my home.”
I walked through the woods today, trying to see them like you would,
You used to speak of the woods with love saying they are fresh and pure, and true.
I can see you, my dear, in the ancient pines, fiery maples, and sapling cedars,
So, so alone.
With every crimson leaf that falls I hear you say,
“The Wild is my home.”

I gathered around a fire tonight with friends we both knew,
The dying embers remind me of your eyes, so sad and wise and wild.
I wished in my heart, my dear, that you were safe and warm,
So, so alone.
With every wisp of smoke I hear you softly sing,
“The Wild is my home”

I climbed a hill today, trying to remember every part of you.
I could feel you all around me, my dear, in the sky and clouds and sun.
Oh wild thing, why did you have to leave and be,
So, so alone?
With every sunbeam I can barely hear you whisper,
“The Wild is my home.”

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