what is it that i want ?
on this breaking winter’s day…
calm and bright
like the best summer day.
persistent dry leaves rattle,
like a lite heart full of love.
as the ancient wood lost water,
creaked and shrank…
as the cracks formed explode with life
and eggs of unknown bugs.
the core of all shrank,
grew lite and bent.
an oddity, my heart…
was that swelled, each time i blinked
and each time grew wide with blurred light.
what more is it that i want ?
the need to breath and move.
being happy cant be terrible after all.