Sitting in this darkness
These gifts have been given me;
The stars beyond the stars.
And on and on.
There is no end to the giving
Come dawn though no longer
Visible to the naked eye.
Sitting in this darkness
These gifts have been given me;
The stars beyond the stars.
And on and on.
There is no end to the giving
Come dawn though no longer
Visible to the naked eye.
I stand at the edge of
All that I know
And peer expectantly into forever,
Hoping to catch you glancing
At me.
I savor those
Moments,
A look between you and
I.
And all is said
There in your eyes.
All that I need.
And hearts still beat,
And lungs still breathe.
And no one knows that time has stopped
Within
Until our eyes
Blink once again.
On the path
Headed the same direction.
Sometimes we cross.
Sometimes we touch.
Sometimes we gaze.
All of us finding our way.
The battle is real
Should i have a glass of wine
Or
Climb in the closet, shut the door and
Sit in the dark?
Teetering on the edge
Of laughter and screams.
Rocking to and fro.
I must remember why i
Am here.
I love so deep
But do not think i am so
Fragile.
My jaw has met fist amongst other things.
Shadows call even though there be
Light
And friendly faces on the street.
Apathy Creeping at my feet.
Once again I retreat from
The invisible forces.
Battling
Battling
With those formless thought shifters.
“Go away!” I say as my worth is not in
Their ungrateful hands.
I write truth on the wall.
I must remember why i am here.
I close my eyes once more and am
Taken to the red dirt
Where I kneel.
Home feels so far but there
It is in my heart. My heart.
How could I forget. Wallowing
In my fears.
I know why i am here.
I let them
Get in my head. I let them twist my mind.
Deplorable thoughts have no control.
Thoughts cannot condemn my soul.
I know why i am here.
Do i?
These hands are cracked
And tired from lifting
And lifting they will do
Until
The last breath
I take.
This heart
Rejoices and breaks
And
Rejoice and break will
This heart do
Until the last beat
It makes.
She begs him
Write for her
Morning, noon and night
Of dreams and things to come
Of the past
To reach inside himself
Release restraints and doubts
And make her feel those things
She has never felt
To turn her inside out
Peel away illusions.
Show her.
Immerse her in worlds beyond talk or action;
Where the mind no longer
Exists.
One cannot throw
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
Back
At
Hate and Anger,
Mockery and Self Righteousness
And expect
Love and compassion to
Bloom.
Not much for words today
Silence will have to do.
But you know this as soon as she looks at you,
And so you touch her cheek.
And lean in close
The loudest love without
A sound.
I touch
You
And in that instance
We are
Every emotion,
Memory
Imaginable.
Immersed in eternity itself.
My insides trembling
With
Awareness
Grazing lips feather light
Fervent heartbeats
Against
Skin so soft
And there we are
Holding
Unfaltering
Your eyes upon my
Bare heart
As you too quake in
Awareness
Remembering;
There was a
Well worn path between
Our being
All along.
How do we do this?
Grief once again.
This profound sorrow
Never eases.
Never comes in delicately.