What's This All About? Poem by Dava Makiah

One Wrong
than 2 and 3
Where do I Belong?
Seems anywhere but here.
Want someone to talk to,
a friend, but I only see trees and the
pen

I found a treasure in my eyes alone.
No more pleasing you through every season.
I met myself as my best companion and it's
best not to think of these things too much.

Such somber eyes riding the wake which break
carnal desires that are feeding the wire to the sparking point
all of which make me perspire.

I'm high up in the trees,
please take me higher
I've got a fire.
Are you going to try and steal my light?
I'll put up a fight,
and make a move toward that for which I burn.
Why are you waiting around asking,
'When's it going to be my turn? '
Right!
You just as well as might threaten your own sight
because I turn so close to the sun and can reflect the most
potent of bright,
left unto my own I am my own candle light.

So while your shaking, (I will hold you)
While your aksing, (I will respond)

I'm as quiet as an answered prayer at dawn,
and I come on like a hungry lion,
So why are you 'just' trying?

I know you want to be someone that dances on my pages,
and sends me into metaphysical trances, but my solitude
is mine alone
and even my
two step is too
fancy
and
since you see
How I fill the cup,
you might as well pour it out,
learn to give it your own shot
See I don't want you to be dependent on me and
sometimes I think that's all you want to learn to be but
living like this has its benefits: 2 legs to carry me
arms high up above me lift you and
I think i'm ready to say good-bye to all the times I've tried
just to win your love
OH
now that's a somber woe!
So it's clear you often think of me as I do of my pen and these trees,
but I wouldn't trade an inch of this space just to see you again,
what Ever changes in something that's already consumed by rust?

So I let myself go where my heart insists
and sometimes it's quite a bitch
because it carries its own pitch
Knock on my space
I really want to see your face.