I sense you but I know
Not
From which direction.
All around me it seems.
Waste no time in learning your lessons this journey
Through.
You promised you would find me
Once again
In
This life.
Where are you now?
I run knowing I must
Go to the river
Most hastily.
There i submerge myself completely
Knowing that
Someday the same water that touches
Me
Will in someway
Caress you.
On it goes,
And on and on.
Whether raindrop, river or ocean
It makes its way to you;
As will my heart.
Wretchedness has
Shackled me to my bed today.
She is a most
Undesirable visitor.
Knows me so well.
Waits until i am so weak and weary,
Deceives me
And preys upon my thoughts
Piling on one after another.
Smothering me, keeping me writhing
And gasping for oxygen.
(She knows me so well)
I open my eyes and try to look away
But I get entranced by her siren song,
So deadly yet so serene
And i must just see her,
Must hear her.
My body settles into the sheets.
Gone.
Come time, minutes or hours
Or longer
Til I overpower her;
Wretchedness.
I rise to touch the sun, my eyes catching
Glitter that remains
Twisted in my sheets,
And I am momentarily blind.
Do not pour your time and emotion into
Petty disagreements
For these are merely
False vessels;
Sieves
Which drain the
Giver
And create nothing but
Illusions.
They chase the moon
Or the sun
Or someone.
She chases blooming flowers.
He (she too) knows he is called strange
And beautiful in the same breath.
His (her) delight in life contagious
But then
Given time
And the right mix of elements
He (she does) crashes
And no words nor touch
Can reach him.
Blinded and numb.
He regresses.
He recoils.
(She turns within)
For no one can save him and he knows this.
They do not fathom the depths
Of despair.
(She knows)
He can hold his breath longer
For he knows at the surface
The darkness waits unbidden.
It always waits
Unbidden and unseen by others.
(They do not see it
They do not feel it)
And they lose patience
Going on their way
To fill their own void for they cannot hold their
breath any longer.
(She is still there)
And he resurfaces.
Returns from the untime
To be aware.
Skin tender, jaw tight
Legs jelly
And goes on.
Invites others from empty tables to join him.
Holds others when their arms are too full
And smiles
Because he is thankful they have not swam so
deep into the darkness as he.
(He sees remnants of shadows on her eyes)
It is late.
The falling moonlight has gone to my
Heart.
The wine has gone to my
Head.
No fault but mine.
I lick the salt on my lips which
The air has placed there; sea spray.
Another night on the
Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I
Sit here on the rocks.
It is not my fault,
This calling.
Primal.
Always calling.
My mind does not comprehend
So I close my eyes and listen.
Tears on the back of my hand.
Joy.
Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.
My very atoms scattering in the wind.
The deepness of me,
Soul fathoms spinning.
Grabbing.
Pulling.
I am here yet I have never been here.
Everywhere lingers in my hair.
I wake up with grand plans
And proceed to get distracted by beautiful things.
Daydreams.
I forget what I meant to do.
Nothing else exists when
We go where we go,
You and I.
There is a big
Beautiful world out there.
Go see it.
See it all
Then
You might wish to return home after all.
You might not,
But sometimes
You just might.
Touch.
Only a heartbeat
Between us.
Altering senses.
Time collides within.
Skin feeling what no other
Has felt.
Eyes
Seeing that which no other has seen.
Energies
Vibrant
In the hush.
Words have no meaning, no form,
No need.
Breathe.
We soothe our restlessness.
In the stillness we move.
Synchronized breath becomes us
As we disappear.
Realities merging
To unbecome.
Exquisite rapture with each movement
In the hush.
No longer a mirage.
Chole Into Diamonds 