Mistakes

 
Mistakes, I have made them
You have made them too, all too frivolous in their contempt
Brushing against the wind of our present thought

Can you feel the shame you have let me brush aside?

Can you let me feel the rush on high?

I see the past for what it was, obscured by all my subjectivity

I weep and cower for all is so close, led down the garden path of hate

And now it’s the weekend, wild and free perhaps you won’t see the best of me, but in my heart I hold them true, the logic behind the wild winds

Let me breathe, and let me see over the storm soaked tundra


Scrambling over moss and fern, in manic desire

Wishing free upon a leaf, blown as it was by those damnable winds

I reach the summit with strength and cast the skies asunder


Clarity of light, emboldens plight

For it is not only me who can cast the shadow of doubt down upon our days


So please come, and you will see all the mistakes that we make

They are wondrous and treacherous, impacted deep into beauty


From the top of the mountain to the valley of shame we must hold each other’s hands tightly

For in the deep dark of the night, where nobody knows, I have already surmised the story…

And let me tell you that it is full of mistakes
The mistakes that we make together…