Compass

morning is rain 
sunrise soft white 

sandals lead

to places i've seen

red rocks reach

clear rivers grow 

i was anything,

at least a year ago 

when you found me 

caught in the whirlwind

blazing in the fight 

young hearts bleed

coming into the light. 

look me in the eyes

send me up the mountain 

tell me to go and find

what i'm looking for 

my dreams of broken skies
questions i can't answer

you do not despise 

filtering sunlight

breathing desert dust

bleeding regret 

everything between us 

he drew us a map

the compass points on

i'm doing this wrong 

i'll think of you

when i greet the dawn.