My Orchard

My dreams seem to be floating off afar

since I hitched my wagon to a star

I can’t uncover my own plan for flight

under the wing of another

 

There go my hopes melting into distance

Years away in what seemed an instant

I can’t discover how I let this be

under the spell of my lover

 

I’ve made a life of my head in the clouds

and now it seems too hard to look down

The scenery scorches all my senses

The view is quite simply torture

 

One day in life I’ll most likely decide

I have to find me, and now’s the time

Till then in this portion of fruitful life

shall I reside with my orchard

-Trinity Blaze (age 20)

Written December 13, 2005

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