This here:

 So freeing 

he who will let me leave 

so I may,

speak to the birds 

walk with the trees,

to return with leaves

of stories.

Bursting

my middle 

aching

for not alone

are we .

Pools of clarity glare at me

shaken by its depths

I rise to greet the sun 

green god yellow god 

who's god are you? 

one hue 

You ... Me ...the other ... 

All the sea