Looking for my viper tree.
It was past here., Near the field of weeds,
at the end of the earth,
where there is no breeze.
I used to sit in that tree
When I needed to see
The world for what it was worth
And how it affected me.
when I wasn’t who I wanted to be.
Let the snakes take the bait and chase the demons away.
Music fills the quiet air,
my playlist, your play list
I’m not sure what I hear.
I miss soaking in the sun
Feeling like I was someone
Now I’m feeling clear
The earth asleep beneath my feet
I miss her burning like I miss it for me
Alive, in love, and beautiful
We both look forward to spring
And climbing in my tree
High above the green yellow grass
With music encapsulating me.
© lilac at midnight