John Wilde

#vss365 #bionicanadian I am a lover of dying suns Sky seems reciting a prayer to the earth The narrow buds close their eyes And bow to the departing light Morning leaves her blossoms to repose on the couch of hues blurred Evening, with her dusky cheek Receives sun’s last kiss without a word   How gently the world lets go That can’t be kept When the weight of living grows too heavy I turn towards the autumn forest Wilderness doesn’t ask anything from me   The wood drake rests upon the water The heron wades through the shallows The trees stand in their ancient silence Indifferent to the grief I carry Dusk does not question my sorrow The stars, blind to the affairs of the day Wait above me with their patient light And for a little while I forget the exhausting business of being human   I walk in the shelter of benevolent moon I speak to him as I speak to myself My words dissolve into the night Nature listens without listening It does not force me to smile To be brave To appear whole When I am scattered in pieces It accepts my loneliness Doesn’t try to cure it The dark earth envelopes me Never judge why I tremble   How easy it is to be in wild No one demands a version of me That I can’t bear to become I have grown weary of people Of the masks that feel like faces Of the feigned attachments that feel like love   I do not know what will become of me When morning returns with its demands When the world puts on its restless face And I must learn to wear my own But tonight I lay my troubled heart open I rest in the grace of the open air I am free Belong to nothing But feel held by everything

#vss365 #sin October arrives in rust The sun a bruised coin Slipping early beneath the trees Leaves scratching at the earth Like small, restless sins piercing the core These melancholic evenings keep on playing some memories like a damaged vinyl record The needle returning to the same beautiful wound An unusual grief O Darkness! Please come through this copper evening Lift me into your arms We’d dance beneath the waning crescent Until night seems jealous of our charm And, when the last leaf falls Let your heartbeat be my home Oh Dawn, gather my soul Let this body roam