Goodnight (The Joy of Living a New Day)

Nothing was asked of the night except to keep me cradled in the sea of it’s shadows…

Think nothing of me… be non-objective while listening to cries of my anxieties that during my waking moments I am unable to find the words needed to express myself yet when I close my eyes…

The only cause for my parting lips is to exhale…

I dream… I wonder and wander…

Become lost in worlds composed from fragments of every experience in my life that are foreign all the same and I do not wish to be found…

Here where I am hidden from the outside world to see, there is a chill in my bones…

The longing for flesh and blood to insulate this free soul roaming uncharted territories far from home… for the sunlight to warm my skin…

For a new day to take place of the darkness where I was able to leave yesterday behind in the darkness…

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…

DaliVaro (Surreal)

Choose to remember or try desperately to forget…

In between those two acts of living… I sleep, breathing in silence and exhaling my days… what is this persistence of memory? Dream a dream and by the light of morning the images will melt away, no matter the effort we attempt to grasp them…

They never happened or existed…

Try as I might to place myself in that time… only results in fanfares of distorted and often dim images of fantastic landscapes in warm colors…… and I am missing… because I was never there in the first place… just old photographs underwater beneath a bridge that stands between there… and my waking moments…

The breath of being apart from there brushes against the skin…

It whispers that fantasy is not far from reality…

To be a part of the night, not apart from it… while others are sleeping… exist with no exits… letting the soul dance to the Claire De Lune, become drunk on the intoxicating exchange of speech and let spirits free you from inhibitions…

That you have painted the town red many of times before, that on this night the color to remember will have nothing to do with the town nor the sounds of the streets… but from connection…

Be there with her… look into her eyes… realize that it is all happening… forget what you know…  let your imagination run wild… and should she ever ask what you remember about the night we met…

Boldly whisper… I will always remember you… it was a dream I shall not easily forget.