I sense your vibration
Before our eyes meet.
I have felt your approach
Countless lifetimes
Prior
And will countless more.
And we cry with joy each reuniting,
A soul reconnecting.
Live fully in the in between,
In what feels like the endless
Waiting.
Patience, as love endures;
We endure.
The sun is silver,
The moon turned golden.
We all thought we were
In control.
We laugh as it crashes all around us
And dance our way through
The wreckage.
Shattering and scattering ourselves
Throughout
The unknown cosmos.
Near and far we create new stars and light
Up
Fiercely formed worlds with love.
Screaming and singing; sink and dissolve once again.
To root, bloom, reseed and
Create is all we know.
The rest is up to the others.
The truck engine rumbles
And the vibration makes me sleepy.
It is so hot already and it is not even
June.
Summer heat might kill me this year.
I like the cold better.
It makes me feel alive.
This humid heat makes me feel dreary and heavy;
Like I might take a nap and never wake up.
It makes the pavement too hot to go barefoot and I do not like shoes.
Even though I breathe through my mouth I feel as if I might suffocate when I have to wear shoes.
Meet me in the quiet,
In the undisturbed peace.
Meet where stillness lies
And I won’t say a thing.
Rock me oh so gently,
In your rhythmic beating heart.
Rock me in the silence
And I won’t fall apart.
Swim with me in the waters.
Let your essence drift with mine.
Swim with me in utter bliss
Where there is nothing left to find.
*originally published 2013 *choleintodiamonds*
Just beautiful,
You are.
And my heart simply skips
As your hands pull me close;
As your lips brush my neck.
Imaginings.
And the children
Always
Bring us hope
A slip here.
A falter there.
My wounds reopening.
I will not
Relinquish
My hope
To you;
Doubt.
Breath stealer.
Dream taker.
Saboteur.
You will not prevail.
They try to reach him (me)
But
They do not know how.
He is lost (I am lost) only in this realm;
Found out there beyond.
I see them (he does too)
They do not see us.
And his voice sounds like
Music, silence and heartbeats.
They only know words.
I wake up,
Take a look in the mirror
And there is my messy mane.
Never tame,
Silky or smooth.
Curly nonsense pure and simple.
Morning crazy;
Tangled and matted.
But one thing I have always loved is my hair
Whether falling coiffed in ringlets divine
Or a frizzy, wild masterpiece.
It is me.
All me.
Different every single day.
Childhood days.
There was a tiny little apartment building next to our trailer park.
Sometimes on a summers evening a man would stand by his open window and play the bagpipes.
A private concert for us.
Whoever heard first would shout to the rest of us.
We all would clamor and climb the fence to sit on top of it,
To watch and listen.
It was eerily quiet when he stopped and closed his window. At least until we climbed down off the fence
To resume playing whatever it was we were playing in our imaginary world.
The momentary suspension of time
Lifted.
Never spoke to him
But enjoyed the music.
Still remember the mystery and fascination with the melodies.
Chole Into Diamonds 