What is it about the mystery of absence that compels us…

In the realm of negative space we create images of love ones that console us.

The darkness no longer seems so void of life and alone because the pictures in our minds are connected directly to our hearts and our belief in love brings our counters close enough to touch…

But in the end all there is; is the air we breathe… Taken in deeply as we absorb the silence around us and bring it within…

Holding that breath triggers a temporary euphoria… then a moment of clarity upon exhalation… Peace…

We miss, we remember, we do our best never to forget and we love…

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…

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…

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…

What am I, if not but your search to find me in your darkest hour when you are the farthest from eyes that see you…

Or am I that which you refuse to see, closing your eyes to the surrounding world hoping for the gift of invisibility as a means to escape…

… You thief of the night, attempting to steal your presence away from the world that you belong to not only because of what I am…

…desires from depth to surface, your dreams and nightmares… your prideful successes as well as your painful sins… the opiate of your happiness… the addiction of your sadness… Whether the day has come to an end, or you have simply chosen to let the lids of your eyes fall…

I am you… Embrace me in all aspects that I am and free yourself.

To be lost in your eyes but guided by the light of your smile… I know exactly where I am upon each encounter… And it is in your heart.

the reward for the endurance of your beating heart will come to a stand before you…

Impulse will compel you to turn around to face all that has occurred in the past… yet the fear of it all coming back to haunt you grasps every nerve ending of the body and petrifies every limb…

      Thoughts of each and every near death experience in which you lived to tell the tales of your broken heart, gently closes the eyes as you begin to paint over them utilizing the darkness of those moments left within…

Standing in darkness is you… And inside of you is the urge to open your eyes… To see who is touching your heart that is no longer broken.