Semantics

 Semantics

And word descriptors

These are useful to lay out in writing the scenery between my ears;

Look how the old scripts have translated from my thinking, to my heart, to this beautiful human standing here;

Sometimes

Old things cause trouble for new things,

Complicating without cause.

And what am I? 

A soup made of old stones.

And a season made from cold winds-

Driven and driven, driven by the weather.

Aren’t we now tired of the thunder? 

Are we never done beating our fists at the rain? 

The meaning is lost in translation;

Am I lying by holding my tongue during prayers, or lying by bowing my head at all? Is the truth only another hard stone circling in the soup?

Now I see something in the hazy evening after the storm-

Allowed to linger there

Allowing new thoughts and honest lacks,

Fumbling near misses and confusions

We are allowed

All of that 

Without shame;

Shame, that old tired script that gets rewound; some voice full of shoulds and you could nevers;

We could shut it off, now

Perhaps the sun would set in all its dignity

And you and I would rest in all our dignity

Undisguised; no guise; 

We could arise to a new

Meaning