Seeds, Lost and Found

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Seeds, Lost and Found

I do not know why I was never afraid of storms

Why I longed for them, looked for them, prayed for them

Needing to feel that electrical charge in the air,

That blinding white lightning, that menacing roar

That violent thrusting of a great downpour.

Sans umbrella, I would run in the rain

Wade in the water, play in the mud

Dare the Heavens to chastise my defiance,

Fling out my arms and beg angels to dance

For no mortal would, like me, take a chance.

And so I grew from girl to woman

Always searching, always wanting

Always needing, always grieving

Always lonely with no love around

Always lost and never found.

And then I saw with eyes wide open

The strangest thing, the sweetest thing

So like a dream but not a dream

A dream come true like a fond wish granted

My tears turned to seeds and those seeds then were planted.

And I watered  them and I tended them

I cared for them like the gardener of Eden

Sometimes a seed would sprout out of the dirt

And I would watch hopefully with tears in my eye

Only to see it soon wither and die.

Disappointment was the cloak I wore

Dark with despair and disconsolate

Dangerously daring and almost past caring

I ran then from love for I could no longer take

Watching what I thought was real turn to fake.

So I pretended that I didn't care 

Played with the tigers and ran with the lions

An innocent lost in the valley of shadows

Trying so hard to be found in this world

But just a face in the crowd of lost boys and girls.

We had our fun out on the run

Defying death and loathing life

Gothic angels with bent halos

Seeking for shelter or a hole in the ground

But really, just dying to somehow be found.

And then one day after years of dying

For life had evaded and love had perished stillborn

I turned a corner  that I had never turned

And I saw the face that my soul had known

On a plant that sprang up from those tears I had sown. 

The face of a lost boy who wandered like me

Looking for something that he could never find

Standing before doors that were slammed in his face

Stinging from weapons of words to his heart

Our hands clasped as though they had not been apart.

His mouth, my mouth devoured with kisses

His eyes, my eyes would not look away from

His body, my body could not wait to make love to

His heart, my heart heard without making a sound

And this lost girl and that lost boy had finally been found.

In a world of madness, we had found our sanity

In a world of dragons, we had found our swords

In a world of darkness, we had found our light

In a world of lack filled with just empty shelves

We had found that love lived, we had found ourselves.

The lost boy and I who had both planted seeds

When we were just children and abandoned to weeds

When no love would spring up from our careful tending

Now flourished and nourished and scenting the air

He was my seed, I was his, born of dreams, standing there.

©by Voo

11/27/19

12:21 a.m.

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