The slow rotation of this earth
Allows my thoughts to simmer
My emotions to have free roam
Without a leash or accountability
My dreams are on a low burn
As the world slowly turns
And I wonder if they will harden and carbonize
On the steady flame
The air is thick on a night like tonight
And the nation celebrates its independence
By parking far, and walking down sidewalks
To get a good view of lights in the air
Sparks
Explosions in the sky that are more dramatic
Than anything in our minds
We seek outbursts, we seek outburst
I seek independence
We all search far and wide for freedom
From each other
For each other
But the truth is we are tied forever
To each other
Our dreams are the same
And on a slow burn as the world turns
Nice! Glad I stopped in to see what’s up with you.
Wish I could exercise my poetmuscle, but there’s something about extended seasons of conflict that cause it to atrophy…
will it harden & carbonize? Or soften and catch fire?
Grace…