Speaking Confidentially

Speaking confidentially

the fire that burnt inside of me

has turned to ash the tortured tree

that grows beside the anguished sea.

Speaking confidentially.



Speaking metaphorically

the earth I trust beneath my feet

is moving now ever so slightly

I shift my feet but feel no relief.

Speaking metaphorically.



Speaking hypothetically

if the air you breathed was so unique

would you use it up to idly speak

or horde it for a rainy week.

Speaking hypothetically.



Speaking kind of cryptically

the sea that raged beside the tree

burning bright for all to see

it just might mean the most to me.

Speaking kind of cryptically.