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Might I look upon your eyes and treat them as precious night sky filled with stars …and look beyond them allowing my breath to be taken… I pray that my heart will not cease to continue beating in the absence of oxygen while in the presence of you… a pure moment of innocent curiosity… wanting nothing more than nothing less than everything you have kept secret locked behind the sky lit pupils of which I am a student apt to learn how to whisper into them with my own eyes… for the language I use may be inadequate to tell you just how much beyond my wildest imagination that I have fallen in love with you…

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My eyes fall on you, but never away… What doesn’t come through your lips is written all over your face and is meant for my eyes only… In the space where most need to speak to fill in the blanks, you look at me and your silence breaks the quiet… Your eyes, smile and the glow of your skin are the components of your poetry to me… and in one word I could summarize the fact that my heart only belongs to me because I was born with it, yet it is my pleasure to give it to you…

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What I could say that would capture your heart never need pass in thought nor over my lips… For what good would it do behold a heart that does not see the light of day, for caged birds do not sing…

… and I have waited patiently to hear your song… Though I must confess that despite the fact that my ears had not heard a single note, my soul would tune in… listening closely when you were near… Wondering the color of your love…?

And what I would do should that pigment ever stain my fingers…

If allowed to take my hands, submerge them into you and with your essence at my fingertips… compose the world of your dreams right before your eyes… using nothing but your primary colors provided…

… Your reds of anger, frustration and love…

… Yellows of your happiness and laughter…

… Blues of your tranquility and also sadness…

Three colors and a world of possibilities all contained in one heart…

So how dare I to ever try and detain one that beats in melodies that make my soul waltz in thoughts of your color pouring into me slowly like finger-paints yet fluid as watercolors… yet I would never want to draw a single tear… diluting the intensity of your world…

… I am your painter… and the canvas upon which I paint your dreams will be my own beating heart…

If you ever find me somewhere

Realize that I was never lost in the first place…

And that I just may leave you there to find yourself…

But do not waste your time thinking of where I may have gone… just cherish the silence and space.

I’ll be around…

Trouble myself to tell you what you want to hear…

I choose to remain silent, thinking to myself “if only you could see the way my eyes might fall upon you” that would say it all…

No matter the language I speak, the translation would not suffer failure of transmission…

Let silence transition to the roar of an intimate whisper that breaks it… alas the moment at last where your lips part, parched from the intensity when you look back into my eyes to see you have left me… at a loss for words.

To: Night (From My Soul)

I find my comfort inside of you, for the day has ended…

I’m home… and the chaos that consumes the waking moments, now ceases to exist… yet there is no silence to be found in the stillness of my mind…

For I am yelling through the top of my heart from the depths of my soul so that my lips never part to speak of how I wish not to be alone… And the echoes of my thoughts bounce off of every corner in every room…

I listen to them whirl past me and feel them collide into my very being… and it is not pain that becomes me, but it is not very far off because the truths hurt… they are the sticks and stones to my soul…

And I wish to lie down, but there is no rest to be had… for the day has taken so much from me and given nothing in return that I seek sustenance to have just enough energy to shed my pain… but it has left me nothing but myself and no one to hold me…

So I reach out to you… you who envelops me in your cloak like dark blues that may hide my tears… you who has such vast space for words, secrets… fears and listen to them, then take them away for safe keeping… you who with just the coolest and gentle wind can massage the pressures of daily life out of me and into thin air…

As I close my eyes… I listen to you not judge me… I listen to you listen to me… I feel you reassure me that there will come a time when you will meet someone that reaches out the same as I do…

But that there has never been a single day that I have been alone…

So to the night… tonight… and until tomorrow…

I love you…

Petrichor

The sky darkens…

the veil of the day lowers itself unto the sea of civilization… should rain fall, our waters will become stirred…

we are wet but what if anything has been washed away… ?

should we find likeness in the substance that will inevitably touch us or flee in various directions just to save our appearance…

what is it that we see and what we sense that leaves us so disconnected… the very nature of everything drowned out by the flooding of everyday life, soaked stone and concrete fills the air with the aroma of synthetics… we long for petrichor… the very root for the design of life… if I’m wet I am washed so are you… nothing man made separates us and everything natural attracts us… so I gladly stand in the rain…

stand with me…

Black Widow

Should the widow need to poison to feed…

May the red hourglass sift sand as if it were honey before I take my last breath…

What is time if not taken… what is life if not lived in the moments that are presented and cherishing their presence?

Far from the darkness of a feared arachnid, the web casted trapped me in a suspended moment forcing me to look into your eyes and see your smile… only to want it all for myself….

I question myself asking how much time has passed… and even more so how could time do so, if I am to see not how much of it I have… but how if used carefully I could study and fall for every single thing about you…

Not quantity… but quality

A desire for an intense intent and a reciprocated emotion…

But I have time… if I have nothing else…

Victorious (No Reflection)

How many days have I gone around the sun?

Waking to a light that vanquishes the darkness so that I may see… one that tans my skin and warms my soul… letting me know that I am indeed alive… and in that I may breathe a sigh of relief knowing that for another day, I have conquered death…

Yet I cannot help but question why the days are so long and my time so limited… My toils leaving me with just enough left to sit down and think…

How far have I come? Should I choose to sleep, how long have I been gone? Where have I traveled only to be called back, staring life in the face just by looking into a mirror and witness the scars that no one else can see…

Questions I whisper so loudly that if there were a soul stirring, they come to stand still and remain silent… So that the only voice I can hear is my own, but the one that I feel erupts from the depths of where every answer to any question that I may have is written…

Looking behind me that I may see that past… and I am told, that all that has been left behind no longer has the strength in its hands to hold me down, but is now the rubble upon I have climbed to be in the present… a place where the mirror is no longer required for I know how I look and can see myself without it…

I will then walk to the window of my home and look out unto the world where I will see myself down the road… I will wave hello and extend my hand as to say please join me…

Where I will go is my future… one completely unpredicted but one that I believe in none the less… I can feel the smile on my face and the peace in my heart… another day has come to past and the spoils of war are mine…

Hear my battle cry… for I have won…

(LC14185)

 

Distant

If you must realize anything, come to see that all that happens in your life is not meant for your eyes…

Be still and know that your vantage point abides at the very center of all things unexplainable…

Rest assure that when the time comes that you will travel further than your feet or any vehicle will ever carry you…

But there is no way by which this measurement can be taken… so in the meantime live your life…

Should the sun be shining, step into it and feel it’s song… should it rain, experience being washed from above… on the coolest days, take pleasure that you can breathe and that the sting is not that of death…

Laugh and play with family & friends and should you find yourself in the arms of another… love them…

Travel the world… then look inside and travel your world, see all those moments that were not wasted waiting… but well spent being.

At the end of the process of doing all of this, your journey will come to and end… then you will feel the blow of where the wind first blew…

You’ve gone so far… but returned home to love…