The Pin Prick

I am here
longing to be there.

I am near
everything dear.

What most hold close
is a needle to me.

It's the beyond
that calls my heart so fond.

I long
to be so far gone.

Fear of distance
and fear of closeness.

A needle
to me.

Remember When

Just a stone's throw away from between a rock and the hard wall;
Neighbors say the way to go is fast and flee.

The trees just be and say nothing to me;
Remember the day of the place and the time of the wine.

Hush, slow down and all will be shown man;
Wait and bait the passing dawn of the son of the night and the light.

Just a stone's throw;
The one in my hand was first and fast.

Between the rocks;
I should stand for my hand had dealt the same.

To go is flee;
Stay and wait, wait for me.

Have you?

Have you chased the sun or have you hidden in corn?
Have you caught the winds or have you freed the dandy-lion?

What is stopping you from painting the sky,
or holding you back from racing the rivers?

Do you run into a hole to flee and hide?
or do you live in the light of the day and the breast of night?

He is whispering your name.
Can you hear him?
Can you hear yourself?
He is whispering your name.

Be not afraid to dance the day away or sing to the birds.
Be not afraid of the storm that comes or the sleep of life.