Manifest

Underneath the blankets we can transform day into night…

a dark night to the pitch black in which imagination sparks poking tiny holes into the night leaving starlight…

I can see the reflection of the sparks in your eyes… and its only because my mind understands that you wish to be seen… the shear beauty that you choose who lays eyes upon you… and upon you I lay… looking intently at every detail with intensity at what space was once between us as an ocean… ships passing through the night that stopped to check the manifest of one soul to another… I recognize myself in you and the distance… the length of a pool that we both inhabit…

You laugh and speak…

You are in my dreams…

and my waking moment can only manifest three words to my lips…

departing from my flesh, traveling across the air to fall into your ears…

I haven’t said a word, but sighed my pleasure of your presence…

Comedian

If I tell a joke… the world might laugh with me…

then again they may just be laughing at me…

but I seek no audience… for what they know of me would only be the words spoken to draw out their sense of humor, nothing more…

I needn’t be the center of attention, more of a willing participant in an exchange of good will… where the other person is you… for should you laugh I get to see you smile…

the timbre and cadence of you doing so will fill the room and tickle my spine… its electric and the circuit I am within is between us… and whether near or far we are still in connection and the smile on my face says it all…

Phantom (Distance)

Never once has the shortest distance between two points taken me so far…

The expanded space of my heart once occupied by nothing more than the echoes of wishful thoughts that drew tears because they were nothing more… are no more…

So why is there the taste salt on my lips in this place you’ve brought me… in an effortless journey where my feet never once had to move to get where I am, where you lead me and no longer reside…

My voice could be used to ask you this very question but it is not meant for you to hear me… rather for you to look at me and see the question inside of me… peer into my eyes the exact same way that you have allowed me to do so to leave my home…

To see me is more than knowing that I am there…