Xanadu
 

I am the bed you rest in after a long day. I will be the soft white wool blanket  you wrap yourself in when you are cold. You never asked...

What if I was the sailboat gliding  against your harbor? The one rocking  back and forth by your waves, the rope  tightly tied onto the...

If I could be the eyelash  fallen from the rest. Never found by the violent scratch— connected to the irritated hand. I would be...

I was not asked to be a weeping tree, branches heavy with sorrow. Leaves trembling whispered secrets, each droplet,  with an untold...

What if I was the horizon that continues on,  because regardless of the mountains or plains, it will always move forward.  As the wind...

What if I was an old oak tree surrounded  by flowers, leaves, and seeds.  Roots dug deep into the ground.  Branches stretched far...

I control the current, but you control my switch— Keeping me lit or leaving me dim. I have always been a lamp, just a simple bulb and...

One day I’ll be a hurricane—  one whose arrival you don’t anticipate. My anger thundering through the city. The dark clouds of your cruel...

Leaves from trees of the past penetrate the soil. The sparrows stopped chirping long ago. Boxes upon boxes of unopened memories Wait...

At times, I am the anchor that sinks to the bottom— Keeping you stabilized and calm. Your waves and your wind are what make it rough. ...