By JL Williams
You know I am dying
because I have lost my shoes.
The gaping crevices between the mountains
hold what is left of light.
I have always lived in the present
as that was my only option.
It has nothing to do with fear anymore
or striving to achieve.
Even opinions have gone by the wayside
as has the strength of men.
You think I am only a child,
my shoulders exposed to the burn.
Look deeper.
Tomorrow exists for the dead.
The gold in your hand
came very long ago
from the mouth of a stone.
The air is breathable
only by dreamers.
I penetrate your consciousness.
I bleed without showing my wounds.
The rocks are soft as feathers.
The stars fall slowly, I glow.
You shouldn’t regret
that your history ends
with my giving up.
Colour is earned.
I learned not to think
and that’s how I summoned the bird.
Close your inner eyes.
What do you see?
In my heart I am flying
forever over water.
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