SEARCHING

I searched near the pines, beyond the deep blue skies, knitted in the ever green leaves, where the sun graced the trees and turned them golden bruised.

I once called to the skies kissed by omen faith right where I thought he left his hands for me to take, I reached further, tip toes, stretched higher, I saw me float, closer to a home I’ve never known, felt nor touched.

I swam near the sun I swear on my future gray hairs I thought I’d burn, turn into ashes, somehow the stars would welcome me whole and probably say ‘welcome home’, yet there I woke still in yesterday’s clothes, praying for the better unknown.