too much

blood and bones

rivers and stones

eventually it is all ripped from me

Or maybe we will be sifting through 

and dissolving

back to the elements

earth and air

fire and water

we cannot grasp mystery 

too much like sand between your toes

and fingers

too much like water running over your 

wrists and palms

too much like breezes high up

in the tall trees

feeling the weather in my knees

too much like crystals glinting in 

moonlight

too much like dreaming

with all my might

no rhythm, no patterns 

except for the shadows of leaves on 

dusty ground

too much like I love you

more than words can express

felt it all before the world's collapse

in on itself and 

starting over 

like mystery

too much like 

mystery