Ode to Self

You broaden my horizons
You beckon my bent sails
You broadcast my specialties
And grow along side me

Your names I long to hear
Your voice I love to listen
To mellow down and hear
All that you must say

Sweet as dandelions
April Shower mornings
Restful and rejuvenated
Underneath your awning

Myself the self is yearning
Cheering, Clapping, Yawning
Waiting for the spring time
Wakeful during the evening

Come and rest and share this breath
Consume me in your sultry depth
I rest and climb so free again
Alone with you my gentle friend
I'm with you my gentle friend
Alone at last alive again

Depression

Shadows displayed in my memory case
Locked in the vaults fallen below
On top a pedestal looking at stalled movement
Climbing out of the whole

Ahead of me lies a road
It's the one on which I travel
Behind is the same trail
In which I have traveled

I feel.. scrawled into the snow
There is little answer in this quiet
There is little content in this silence
That something within stands alone

In a station awaiting a train
A train whose cancellation has come to pass
Looking out into the musty station
Awaiting the train yet to come

Mercury in my spectacles
Outside are flurries of snow
Above me are the storms of stars
Of lives between and specimens

On this path of polar opposites
My trailing feet have wandered between
I have noticed a pattern that has gotten me far
One step after the next, one step at a time