...and i began to wonder,perhaps beginnings were meant to be endings in disguise.
when I can see thoughts
so gently
falling from your eyes
I try to save them
one by one
we tried to gather them
together
but they fell into the
sea of yesterday
before you took your bow
and stumbled off.
you can own
landscapes in my mind
snapshots of existence;
mental real estate
along a lake
aside the river
neath the bridge
all dimly lit
touched by twilight
your minds eye
peers so deeply into mine
tonight,
beneath the stars,
we were travelers
now,
we are just wanderers
where time is just a figment
of a disproportioned world.
echoes of my imagination
I wish they would bounce into oblivion
I am the transcendent soul felt through the flesh.
I am the continuance of touch in a gaze.
I am the danger of soaking up too much sun.
I am the amorphous passage of time
I am the surrender of imagination ceaselessly to wonder.
I am.
This is a strange and fucked up feeling. Calm and smooth, cold and collected like water still as a pain of glass. This feeling is something perpetual, sustaining and sublime. In words exchanged it takes a form something solid yet faded. Blurred around the edges, unknown but understood. Never truly whole, a broken vision of something you know so well… someone you know so well. Never well enough.
In a world filled with deaf ears where cries of anger and pain fall silent and whispers are never heard I hear you. I can see you, hear you, and if you’d let me I’d reach out to touch you… What a blessing this is this silence, so that your voice may travel uninterrupted and your thoughts and stories may flow from those thin red lips you’ve stretched to this most impressive smirk. This is something I’d always felt and never seen, embodied only in your heart as I hear it from you for the first and the millionth time. As you speak and I reply this conversation grows and perpetuates itself. And, no longer still, the water has been rippled. The movement has begun with just one tiny drop into the center of this pool and it grows into a torrent, like the wings of a butterfly cuing a tsunami a world away. A whirlpool spinning out of control leading into blackness the deepness of my soul. Then from this rocky bank I am cast to drown within my travels. As this water drags me towards suffocation I know only that I am not going to die. I know I will not die. I will surface from this water, lungs aching, on the other side. Cold and wet, I know this journey will not kill me. I will be left beaten, bruised, scarred and disfigured until I am nothing like what I used to be. I can see you on the bank as you shake your head and smile.
“May we be lucky enough to see each other find happiness."
This whirlpool drops me on my knees on dry land, and I make my way through the darkness that is un-discovered.
Because it took so long to find my way again.
Only to realise...perhaps not,afterall.
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