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.
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 never heard a silence
So loud
As the moment
Your heart
Stopped
Those helpless times.
My hands feel useless.
My heart loves.
My mind loves.
My soul loves.
Circumstances may make me feel this way sometimes
But i know I am not. You are not.
If my hands cannot do anything
Else but hold yours
In this sterile room,
I am not helpless.
You are not helpless.
I ran.
I ran to the field and
Lay amongst the flowers today.
I stayed in their company for hours.
Days go by.
I let the sun burn my heart.
I do not know why but it is true.
My essence did soar.
I dreamt a dream of you and I and it began to rain.
The raindrops did not touch our skin
Us
Submerged in internal flames,
You
Dreaming the same dream beside me.
What is this fire you have brought to me?
You hummed and strummed,
Said nothing but we knew.
We never touched but we knew.
Me wishing to remain in sweet slumber and forever have you there.
Sing sweet. Sing slow to me.
In the sun,
In the night.
Keep tapping on my heart.
We get so confused,
So lost and overwhelmed.
Let so many doubts fill our eyes
When we know
The truth.
The truth.
We get so afraid
Of rejection, of love.
But this life, this most beautiful life
Live with your heart open,
Love.
We are all skin and bone here
On this plane,
This reality.
But love,
Love is in all planes.
It is the only
Steadfast reality.
Love, Love, Love.
I told you my secrets.
They were in my eyes and
My sighs,
In the pause of my breath
When you touched me.
In the unfaltering beat of my heart
As you lay your head upon my chest.
Now you know.
Now you know.
It is in the silence,This feeling.
You still do not know true depths
For words
Are just the very tip
Of
The iceberg.
In each heart
So much
More lies beneath.
And if you try so daringly to
Stand upon the
Very tip of an iceberg
You will
Quite suddenly find your self
Thrown off balance.
Falling endlessly into
Cold, unfamiliar waters.
Gasping for air.
Pummeled and tossed knowing not
Which direction you must swim
To breathe,
Ultimately
Opening your mind to find oxygen.
Alas,
You may like it there,
Lost but found in another’s
Unexplored company,
Finding yourself not so cold
And disoriented after all.
As
Evenings light was falling
I chose to take
A walk among the olive trees.
Others were elsewhere
Settling for dinner.
The earth was dry,
Dust rising and making a bit
Of a haze as
I moved toward the sun.
I came to a low rock wall deep in the orchard
And
Decided to take
A moment of rest.
Removing my backpack to use as a pillow
I lay upon the ground.
I swear I heard laughter
And the shuffle of bare feet behind me,
I quickly sat up and turned my head to find no
one around.
Maybe the ghosts were as delighted as me
Under those old olive trees.
And I wondered how many souls had tread
Here,
How many had stopped to take a moment and
Replenish their weary hearts with these roots
Beneath them?
How many partook
With joy
The nectar
Of the olive tree before me?
It is a feeling
Tickling the edge of my heart.
A melancholy friend
I have kept at arms length
Who is simply begging to be recognized
And validated.
It is okay to be human.
Chole Into Diamonds 