Hazy Days

 Hazy days, 

Coming up for air,

Holding in your breath,

Holding in dreams,

Breathing out spaces,

That lie unclaimed between us,

That will forever lie unnamed,

Breathing out cycles of giving in,

Always giving too much, when

No one asked your name,

Or who you really are,

Or even if you would like to change.

No one asked what you think of,

Just before you sleep. Do you,

Fold your hands under your head,

A silent prayer in your pillow's sweet temple?

Holding in stature, like a mountain,

So far away from the river,

You say, you see, it's so majestic,

Maybe someday we will go there,

Maybe someday we will find a spot,

Where the grass will be green,

Where the birds will sing a summer song,

And we will lie down looking at clouds.

But for now, the chains that hold us,

In these cages we call homes,

Of stale air and sweat and fear.

No, it's not that I'm not grateful,

I am. But we are meant to roam the earth,

Children of Eve, we are meant to find

Secret gardens, perfumes of narcissus and jasmine.

We are not destined to live underground.

So here's to the future, where our feet are free.

And here's to the hazy days, clearing soon,

That will lead us far beyond.