Lost Soul | Natalie Bentley
They say I am a lost
soul, but I know where
I am,
have not been lost
for a long time.
I am located on this spot
where I will wait
for the dawn.
They say I am a lost
soul, but I know where
I am,
have not been lost
for a long time.
I am located on this spot
where I will wait
for the dawn.
Made real
this person I crave to be
no longer swept away
by injurious words
the small frame of views
from others
no longer defined by
criticism, that easy art
practiced in the absence
of real action, of creation
made real.
I will not
go all the way
around the
world
just to circle
back to the
person I was
doing what
I always did.
Don’t know
why
I used to find
this funny
now some
sights
only make
me
cringe
gritting my
teeth.
A nightmare amphibian
studded with eggs
she sheds her skin
to do it all again,
reminding me I have
my own shedding to do.
Step here
Look here
break a rule
now and then
find a boundary
cross it
when the time
seems ripe.
Ancestors Of old times
Time their visits to me,
In dreams and visions wake,
Awake me to the spirits I seek,
Seeking to renew life,
Living for tomorrow…
Tomorrow begins new
Newly wishing I’m free
Freely speaking my heart
Heartfully making songs
Sung inside this souls place
Placing it in life’s view…
Viewing the chaos realms
A realm where change blossoms
Blooming with new vigor
Vigorously starting,
The starts growing right up
Upward summer burgeons…
Burgeoning words blowing
Blown by winds directions
Directly unbind air
Airily circulates
To circumnavigate
Cirrus highs and fogs lows.