acraein

Once on a mountainside
I took a dip in glacier sighs 
Toes were pointing towards the sky
I lost my feeling, found my high

Again I was escaping 
From a dull and bitter sting
A grind, a ride, an apron string
I wanted time worth worshipping 

A long walk along the lake
We got soaked our bellies ached
The winter rain washed my dust away
I still think about that day

Is that why I'm never one
To jump and cheer at vacation 
I want something laborious
Where we become much more than us

Is that why
I'll never feel bad when I'm alone?
And you'll never catch me around the phone?
And at night
Is when I feel I feel the most
Is it alright
If I shut my eyes and my eyelids glow?

Do you mind?

We all need some good things
to calm a calamity.
A mug of the nice tea
with extra honey,

the smooth of an old stone,
a long talk on the phone
with one who shared a wishbone 
to make you feel less alone.

And if you listen closely 
you can hear your mother as she's 
humming in the pantry.
Footsteps like a heartbeat.

But if you still want to hide,
pull a tome and find inside
that you could live under the tide,
fight a fight or spy with spies.

If you don't need some advice
and you can't find blood sacrifice
*You set down your device,
and close your eyes*