Returning

Returning

If I could turn again

If I could turn

If I could

If I

If

I

Flying too high

confused, losing oxygen's fire

infused with inthusing desire

Touch me

Don't take me down

You, who never knew me

grasping at space where

I may have lain

Laugh to my face

exploding in pain

while you writhe

O', that's no way to survive

I'll encase you in goo that

allows you to see me inside intricate mind

Each molecule of remorse

creeping out of your eyes

replace with sweet water

of life, grace effervescing.

I want you to thrive

be better than 

still life man.

Rocky mires face all who

walk this ridge

Patience, take time to build up

bridges, irrigation ditches, 

inch by plodding inch, plotting

fields of grain, barrels for rain,

roofs, walls, windowpanes,

chimneys for warm hearths below.

Flowing rivers reveal lines for exploration,

mining ores, 

mine and yours, 

that element missing from accounting calculations,

Earth and her hordes, minions endemic to every

ecosphere

Wherever did you hear that enmity

would take you anywhere but here?

Dear, darling man, so wrapped up in

some plan you think you've sussed;

giving up your birthright and your trust

without second opinion;

believing written history makes mystery clear.

How can I find a way to make you hear?

Why should I any longer care?

Off am I, breathing higher air.

No need to share with those who 

daren't climb.

Sublimity, subliminally inclined --

nothing more to reach for.

No need 

If there is a you, and you choose,

touch me.

Don't take me down.