Writing My Emotions

If I die before our journey's end I have but a few requests of you my friend Take me and burn me until the embers cool   Leaving nothing but sooty ash Smearing white across your fingertips Take and fill a velvety bag Loop it through your belt, cinch it tight Pull out your compass Put on your gypsy shoes And begin Scatter me here Under sunset skys of rich, vibrant color Where the scent of sage dances on the wind Scatter me there On those moss covered cliffs Where echoes crash against the rocks Scatter me everywhere you go Until your compass is faded Your gypsy shoes worn and scuffed Leave me like a trail of breadcrumbs So you may find your way home Again

I felt the echoes of your pain last night Beating against my heart As if it were my very own Your tears were drenching my soul Your sobs wracking my insides Words tumbled from my lips Ramblings and promises Anything and everything My only thought, keep her going, keep her walking Just a little further Armed only with puzzles and snack food I waited A thousand miles away Counting each breath over the phone I waited Home; you finally said So I turned off the light Sat in the dark and silence And prayed I prayed for your mind to be too muddled Your bones to be heavy  Prayed for sleep to take you To kiss your tear stained cheeks Tucking you in, wrapping its arms Around you, as I would Whispering no dreams tonight