too dark.

you think i am dark,
shadow to the wind,
neglecting the current,
it is within me.

you want me to drawn lines
in the sand,
impose structure,
on textures always escaping.

you want me here,
present with the glory,
i find the room full,
i am always sleeping.

you find i am absent,
lost to the sound,
embraced by the unknown,
vast unto the open sky.

how fertile the ground
within me,
no water too heavy,
my seeds burst through concrete.

i grow to the beat of light,
no shelter forms barriers
too large to break through.

all your structures
demand too much attention
to keep together,
there is no space for me.