nathan lyle

May 27, 2016

I keep the company of rock and tree
and stare out upon the fresh water sea
with a heart that mirrors the windy rhythm swell.
The hint of rain creeps through the air
the storm unseen but surely there
and tales come hunting for a voice to tell.
Reasons dodge and weave like birds
for any scrap of hope they're heard
and scatter when I take a step too close.
I try to never give much chase
the more I've learned to see my place
so I sit to wait and see where this time goes.