I may be discolored,

Rusty,

Somewhat old, ...

Silver linings,

Dwell in the skies.

Where dreams form, ...

Drip,

Dry,

Let those feelings, ...

Familiar lands,

Where memories reside.

Planted over years, ...

In earlier times,

I craved a wild,

Bustling life. ...

Clouds drift by,

Trees grow,

As those we love, ...

When close,

I can feel,

What she hides, ...

Dreams rust,

And fade away,

When not breathed, ...

Today,

I will drive away.

To a place, ...

Wandering around,

Head bent down,

Open-mouthed, ...

Clear thinking,

Often oscillates,

Like waves. ...

It’s those simple,

Unforeseen times,

That make us laugh, ...

Tears,

Wash sadness away.

Sometimes only a few, ...

Peeling layers away,

Is a daunting task,

For one never knows, ...

What I seek,

Isn’t hidden,

On overgrown hills, ...

I envy trees.

Unafraid of the dark,

Living without doubt, ...

Honesty,

Loyalty,

Clarity, ...

Some answers,

Are impossible to find.

Especially as they relate, ...

I was raised,

Watching her face.

It was one way, ...

It helps me believe,

And brings me hope,

When on cloudy days, ...