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.
There are no words to write.
No words to say.
That is okay.
There is more beauty than can be explained. There is more space between than can be fathomed.
More sense.
More healing.
Do not force what is not meant just to fill a space.
Let it be itself, let it be free, unchained.
Let it flow onward and away.
There is peace in nothing to say.
No more to add.
No more to take away.
Continue in stillness.
He is this mirage in the distance
Created by heat
And angles.
The closer i get,
The further away he goes.
I walked on
And
I watched the
Eagles fly.
I hear the whoosh of the air
On their wings as they glide overhead.
The higher they go
The stronger my heartbeat.
And I heard the brush rustle
Nearby,
Turning just in time
To see 3 deer leaping into my path.
Alert and tentative.
For a moment I expect to see a predator on their heels.
But no.
And we gaze into each others eyes for what seems like time indefinite .
And i feel that whole lifetime of anxiety leave my bones.
Stillness fills my cells.
My mind clears and my heart swells.
Peace. I am as i am meant to be.
I find myself by the river where I immerse myself in nature’s song.
I become the water and the stones who mean
Each other no harm.
They merely add to the symphony.
As do I;
I know.
This is true.
Chole Into Diamonds 