Inkpaw

the wolf looks up 
and howls longongly at the moon
it needs it's partner
but forever seperated the two shall be
for that is how the world has made things. 
the howl rises and lowers
it's smooth, wordless song

broken. 
such a nasty word for what you are
you are not broken. 
I tell the reflection in the empty water cup
you are whole. 
and they just don't see that
because if you were broken 

weaving phrases 
from emotion 
melding love with hate 
and a random object
time eclipsing all biased reason
and people crying tears like rain 
four different themes 
or was it five?

it's cold 
and lonely 
in this glass jar
contained by expectations
I just want to break these walls that restrain me
and run into your arms 
have you hold me forever
but I can't
not yet

everything is made of matter
in different compositions 
everything is a song
with different lyrics
and when all the songs come together
it creates the harmony of life. 

colors faded
from the salty sea of my love 
for you and only you
will that glass be clear again
green and blue
as the grass and sky 
that frame our world 
sharp edges smoothed
from the time spent together