listen

held within
the memory
of who I am (returned)
as the skin of unimportant
falls away
and I at last emerging
(as I was meant to be)
given now the energies
to bloom
taken back
and where was I
becoming me again
a swarm of bees
racing silver fins
a blackbird sailing somewhere
else (black against the blue)
songs against the forest
I can sing
come and I will show you
a place beyond the pines
needles made a blanket
for the stars
listen now
and I will be the one
that you remember
awakened from the shell
of used to be