ominouspoet

Landslide
A song, by Fleetwood Mac.
Sung by Stevie Nicks.

The kind of song that evokes such nostalgia in me,
A kind of gentle pain for the memories of the past,
And a desire to embrace my future.

I long to travel:
Wanderlust tugs at my soul.

Maine screams my name,
The ocean calls for its siren far away.

Salem calls me,
Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.

snow,
again.

I suppose Demeter is upset,
Persephone isn't back yet.

Hades told her they'd come,
And so bloomed the cherry plum,

But Hades didn't show.
and now,
snow.

if all you do is wear a mask,
you become a mask.

your individuality drains away,
and you become a shadow of others.

yourself is an illusion
you are only a copy.

oh you sweet child,

you aren't ready. you never will be ready, but the world will force you to take it anyways. this world has no mercy, no love. it does not care.

mountains tower over the valley,

yielding shadows.

heat empties the river, and

everything is dry,

and the wind roars,