Rustle by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Rustle

It'll only be till tomorrow
Like a vacation to the north
Like a monarch butterfly
And a lost boy gone forth

Standing at the pyramid
And the church one day
The prickly pears a memory
Of the far away

The crossing like a start
Behind the starting line
All the words apart
No two worlds align

The fear and the unknown
The coming of an aging mind
A home no longer owned
A boy so lost and left behind

To travel on ahead
Into a brave new world
So cold and friendship dead
And treachery behold

The forest took its place
The valley and the green lagoon
The trails, the leaves, I face
The dark side of the moon

The rustle of the leaves
They speak to me in tongues
The say what can't be said
Out the breath from my lungs

A hike to go somewhere
But not what you were looking for
Not here, not anywhere
Just lost away from the before


by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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