- Siren call
- June 10th, 2010
I cannot sleep. The house is silent and I stir. Haunted by memories. Wondering if the day will ever come when things that cannot be said are.
Perhaps a story...
Once upon a time there lived a seed. It was attached to a forbidden tree. It left because it could not afford to stay. It was told it was the only way. For the tree was said to be at risk. Some seeds are but a deadly kiss... So the seed in earnest to save the tree... left so the tree could be... alive, recovering, free. The seed drifted through the wind. Alone with naught to defend... Like a cat it survived. And thus the tree seemed revived. But the unicorn part... it lost its heart... and a blue eyed dragon painted the back of me... a tattoo I cannot see. The seed, it found its way. It grew though it will sway. 4 seeds emerged from the ground... around tree roots now sunk in, bound. And yet it is youth, a seed's life missed... and dreams of a man never kissed... that keeps me up again tonight... thinking of the dragon out of sight... Who is to say what is right when dreamers cannot dream this night?