See Me (Spoken Word)

The mist blows across the yard As you lay beside me, eyes shut Mind flown elsewhere (Perhaps in blissful ignorance) Softly-strewn silver tints the air I breathe it in seeking comfort; seeking solace from this same air I feel I can no longer fill my body with I am so tired of being held hostage in a world that Is no longer mine So tired of sleeping but never getting rest My dreams would never allow that I tell you all of it when you awake Yet all you say Is that your dreams are made of the same stuff I am The mist moves, fills the magnolia tree And nothing else moves so determinedly, yet tentatively The silver mixes with dark green, veined leaves And bright red seeds, bringing me back to when I was younger And truly alive; why is it that The more time we spend in this world the more we are Stolen away by something we all know but cannot name In a few crucial moments When the bright golden light slowly engulfs everything I do not want it to taint your view of me I may shine golden now But see me just as well in the shadows