between oceans of emptiness and beams of joy, lies restlessness.
black tire marks on asphalt– like another story brewing in my head left untold.
the skies are vast but lonely; roots have always grown towards gravity.
stars above stars below which way is up which is below stranded at mountain top
all this time gravity pulled me down I saw the earth as the enemy
how strange that we can grow different kinds of leaves every time we shed
like the colours of the sky I change– I hope you stay through the dark night.
planted too close and now branches are tangled: where do you end, where do I begin?
it’s time to let go of the old decaying leaves and grow anew.
from rustling of leaves to crashing of waves– sometimes I hear the wind speak.