7-7-16 Disappear

 •Disappear•

I'm writing my future on a steamy mirror 

I step back and dote over my handy work 

Realizing the night air has already wiped it away 

Now the mirror is blurry and smudged 

I stare down at my cold dripping hands wondering what stroke was wrong 

I'm writing my future in the hot sand 

Searching for shells to finish it off

But the angry waves have already destroyed my biography 

The shells are scattered and broken on the ocean floor 

I want to tuck the tides away in my pocket 

To erase the moon 

I'm writing my future in the wood of a willow tree

Sturdy and unmovable 

But the edge of an axe shakes the wood chips piercing my eyes and burning my throat 

You write my future in the blood of Your hands 

I want to be the palm reader 

The one who cuts it open and spills my future right in front of me

But I can't reach Your arm 

I can't see Your veins 

My future is invisible but bright in Your eyes

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