Unleash me.
And Then
Love.
Cosmic infinity.
Beyond words.
Our souls were one
Before the birth of
Twilight.
When the stars
Were sleeping.
Still
Yet dreaming.
When the dust of the earth
Drifted in space
Searching and longing
For a place to meet and
Create
The beginning.
Before.
When the air was dark.
Still heavy
And craving.
Wishing only to be
Inhaled.
Completely consumed
By
Light and Love.
And then,
And Always,
We were
One.
Sing Me Home
Sing me home.
I hear your voice
Soft and faint.
Urging me
Guiding me.
I know you wait
Patiently.
I may climb
I may crawl
I may fly.
I may never grasp the reasons why.
But in the souls journey,
There is not a clock.
Time does not exist.
What feels like an eternity
In the inborn need
To unite
May be just
A blink
Of the eye
To the
Flesh and Bone.
Unsung
Let your fingers linger
On my skin.
Intoxicate me with
The rhythm of your heart.
Bury yourself in the
Unsung
Depths
Of a passion
Begun in the soul
Unknown
Until this moment.
Held in the heart,
An awakened
Secret waiting
For this spark
To ignite
And take on a life
Of its own.
Sorry
Sorry if I flinch
When you make a sudden movement.
Sorry if I recoil
From your touch.
Sorry if I jump in response
To an unexpected noise.
Sorry if I don’t talk
All that much.
Sorry I can’t look you in the eye when
You speak to me.
Sorry if it seems I
Utter words in whispers.
Sorry if I am too sorry
You see,
It’s become
First nature
For me.
The Oceans Edge
I am going to sleep
And in my dreams I will meet you
On the oceans edge.
Where the waves come
To kiss the shore
And stir the sand.
There I will stand.
Where they greet each other
With a never ending caress.
Never to rest.
They have become the motion,
The waves of the ocean.
Always coming back for more
The waters crave the shore.
Traveling the curves of the
Earth
To Embrace.
Dancing with grace,
Ever longing
For the magical song of the
Moon.
Paint Love
If I could draw love
It would be scribbles and
Never ending
Loops without direction.
If I could paint love
It would be a brilliant
Mess of every color.
Looking more like
Child’s
Creation I guess.
Wild and free.
Thrown on a canvas
From the insides of me.
No rhyme
Or reason.
Just a crazy
Beautiful
Disaster.
Bag Of Flesh
What is this beating heart
But a simple bag of flesh,
Meat and muscle?
How does it rule my every thought,
Every breath so?
It’s only job is to
Drive
Blood
Through these
Thirsty viens.
Instead it has overthrown my mind
Taking charge of
Every move,
Every decision
I make.
Speaking it’s own language
I do not comprehend
Yet try desperately to understand.
I yearn to interpret the beating within
This skeleton cage.
Somehow it wanders.
Somehow it roams.
It escapes me,
This heart
Trapped in bone.
Still it makes me laugh.
Still it makes me cry.
This senseless beating
Echoing
Throughout.
Within
My cage until I die.
So Many
So many hearts
Beating around this world
Some fast
Some slow
Some out of control.
So many bodies longing for warmth
Reaching
And grasping
For someone to hold.
We pack it all up
When we step out
The door
And roleplay
And laugh
Like we don’t feel alone.