perfectly, so firmly,
in this space
between what all is right and what all is wrong,
between what's left and what is gone,
between where I've been and where I'm headed...
and I am waiting for the air to cool and the leaves to finally
I am waiting for a new and softer light to mark my way.
I am here, in between the silences, between my will and hope,
and I am holding on to what I shouldn't and
what I think is mine
like the weather,
is playing tricks...
promising what it can't
I am waiting for rush
of gold while grazing
in this pasture, green, and still am in between all silver nights and gilded
I am waiting for the noise to lessen so I might hear the
In between strengths and weaknesses, patience and the loss of heart,
I am soft but hardening,
alone with many,
and I am half numb and partly sparking.
I am speaking
out of turn
and then looking for my tongue.
Acknowledging the shock,
I am in between the wisdom and the place I've long since turned my face from.
I am stuck in a moment calling for its purpose,
my own acceptance and temptation of escape.
So I am waiting for the air to cool and the fear like leaves to finally fall,
I am balancing in between the seasons,
merely visiting the false fluorescence of what was once familiar.
I am teetering in between the comfort of the fire and the scorch of
And in between superfluous and not enough,
I try with words
Here, between what's left and what's been taken,
I am letting go of what I should
and surrendering all I thought was mine.
In between the time of skittish squatting
and the courage to carry on, my nature like the elements is equipping to deliver.
I am in between two worlds
and my knees are shaking but my feet are heating
so I am in between
but moving on.