Well, I can't figure out how to format this so the lines that carry over are indented like they're supposed to be but you get the gist. Spent all day working on this one.
Amidst our arms as quiet you shall be
Barriers of green against our forward motion impair our speech with calm.
There are barriers of green between us, quiet and simple forms in one dimension.
The day the barriers of green went up we watched them and grew smaller
in comparison to the way they rose, penetrating the skyline.
Among the shadows beneath barriers of green a small bird with a blue crest
makes a display of anxiety due to its displacement.
The shadows are angles beneath barriers of green and they are cool, there is
a slight breeze and an implicit whisper in the halcyon days of our youth.
The sea becomes pond-like against barriers of green like an orphic mirror fogged
up with warm breath from the face of someone passing through.
I wonder, do I love anybody’s barriers of green more than these I have to love
for now while there are other and greater barriers between the sea
and giant mirrors in the dust.
When time arrives I can fell these barriers of green they will fall gently into the sea
or into the desert depending upon the wind.
But we observed these objects going up these barriers of green going up during
the winter solstice while the blue-crested bird laid her eggs beneath.
Awakened by a feeling on a finger of sand barriers of green boxed us in to our
uncomfortable affair, uncomfortable only in the getting away, so to wake
without barriers in the unruffled pause behind a storm of certainty.
To find a site of comfort, the past in the barriers of green in the past and only
a future to collage from pieces of the present.
Something that seemed at first inert is now in motion outside barriers of green
whose green is the green of eyes and not the green of random chance.
What is in motion is the possibility or potential that far outweighs barriers of
green that would keep us empurpled in shadow and on either side.
Potential achieved but for a difficult task that is arriving at a moment barriers
of green could not grow around so to prevent the calm desired.
A calm in which amidst our arms we rest quietly in brooding winter stations
barriers of green could not enclose.
In winter and kept warm in entanglement, a possibility arises that we advance
upon leaving barriers of green.