Fantasy

Waiting for her to come to me.
Sitting in this chair.
All I hear in the room is the air.
Each breathe I take, I grow impatient.
Where could she be.
To came to me yesterday and set my soul free.
Where is this who put that on me.
Because I can not sleep with this.
This feeling is too strong.
What is going on.
This high that I feel.
I swear to god this is real.
Just come back to me one more time.
But this time dont leave.
Maybe if I close my eyes.
A drift to that other place.
Will I have to ability to touch your dark face.
To feel your dark hair.
That soft skin that adorns your body like jewels.
Oh God what would I do, just to feel you.
Drifting to a better place.
I need to see your face.
Drifting.

Free tree

Sitting in the shade, just beneath the sun.
Resting ontop the winter grass, the branches,
slowly rocking back and forth.
Tall Shadows.
The slight chill, masking the very warmth that is.
The moment may be just short of peace.
Tranquil, the only warmth that you have is your very own.
Easier for the trees than it is for me.
To be able to stand so still, and still be free.
Oh how one could envy you.
To wonder could you envy me.
Oh How it would be,.
to be as free as a tree.