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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