You don’t restrict me and clip my wings.
When I am moody you don’t walk out.
You don’t shout and scream at me.
You are not sarcastic, well not a lot.
Only when pushed to an outer limit.
You don’t ask me where I’ve been
When I stayed out late or went away.
You don’t demand more than I’ve got.
You don’t wake me from my dreams.
You don’t manipulate me or betray.
You’re not spiteful, never deceitful,
Not controlling, not conceited.
No passive aggression here.
You never said I can’t be free.
You’re not short of wit or integrity
Or a well-honed phrase that hits straight home.
You’re not without courage or honesty.
You never called me stupid, not once.
You’re not critical of me
But you’re not daft either.
You question me, yes, it makes me think.
I like to think. My thoughts become clearer.
I like your silences and your words
and the growth that peaceful calm can bring.
It’s all that you’re not that makes you dear.
It’s what you are not that draws me nearer.
sarcastic
Nothing at all
all our conversations
are becoming like this.
what are you thinking?
nothing of importance
what are you doing?
nothing right now
what were you doing last night?
nothing much
is anything wrong?
Nothing at all
i can’t fathom your tone
nothing is not an empty void
it fills the room
it’s so real I can’t breathe
then you say if you knew me
you wouldn’t be asking questions.
i thought you knew me completely
you don’t say what you have on your mind
you tell me nothing serious is happening
you say so much amidst your questions
you ask if I should have been an actor?
what the hell do you mean by that?
you ask can I find what I’m looking for here
and suggest I am lost in my dreams
not all can get lost in fantasy, you say
like its a blessing, and i get an award
you think I can’t see.
i see the nuance.
you insinuate
as you circle
herding me in
with maybe it’s this
and maybe it’s that
i am becoming impatient
this is becoming ridiculous
i say in exasperation
maybe i should have run off with a clown
maybe i should have been lead singer
when i played in a band back then
i start to feel sarcastic
and I don’t like the way i sound
maybe i am not looking for anything
did you think of that?
i followed a path that lead me here
if wishes were horses I’d be riding
but I’m not wishing
I am trying to write a poem
sitting by a river
it can help sometimes
and that’s what I do
yes, sure i get sad, who doesn’t
but it’s never that nature no longer delights me
I don’t forget the glory, even when it’s hidden
behind a day in the grey, with no shine
the trees against the clouds still have grace
i am thinking of what i am seeing
the wind that blows blow all away
that’s where I am,
that’s what I am doing
that’s who I am
Nothing at all
The Dreaming Path 