Swamp Story

I walked across a swamp

I walked through the reeds 

Thinking of you 

I fell to my knees 

The ground dried up 

I couldn’t move my feet 

I waited there 

for as long as I could see

A loon at my side 

Trying to turn my eyes 

To a distant white stone 

reflecting the summer sky 

I waited in the reeds and dirt 

Hoping it would clear  

Reaching for the stone

 it all disappeared 

I walked across a swamp

I walked through the reeds 

Thinking of you 

I fell to my knees 

The ground dried up 

I couldn’t move my feet 

I waited there 

for as long as I could see

The chest crescendo 

Almost giving up

Almost being perfect 

Almost enough

The blue and clouds

Could be so soft 

It’s meant to last 

Needs to stop

I could be there now 

It was suppose to pause with me

Clear and dry itself out 

Cement so it won’t-repeat 

Sing itself out loud 

Drain under the reeds 

Low tide summer drought 

Why let me be free

Why let me be free

I walked across a swamp

I walked through the reeds 

Thinking of you 

I fell to my knees 

The ground dried up 

I couldn’t move my feet 

I waited there 

for as long as I could see