was a quiet little path; powdered ground cool on my feet, towering trees, whisper of wings singing i could fly forever, if only i were to wish that it would be. now a silent memory; sacred grave below the sea of my heart. somedays storms tear me apart. i drift down there, softly.
in quiet times,
when i can hear
my softest voice,
i only speak of you;
not in words,
but in memories.
memories and these yearnings;
wishes and this silent burning
i only feel for you, right here
in the core of my soul.
only with you
do i feel whole.
only you.
there are a million kinds of magic. she is my favorite one; delicate as the morning sun that drapes her like a halo, aglow with all the promise of the silence before a song. and everything that is beautiful in my life sings along when i hold her in my arms, slowly dancing.
i am unburdened.
i am unbound.
i am free.
an unencumbered wanderer,
a soldier of eternity,
passing thru the static
as i sing.
listen,
you will hear.
close your eyes,
you will see me
out amongst the stars.
brass bones
and golden wings,
glistening
in midnight meadows,
infinite.
somewhere on the softer side of silence, my fingertips play lazily in her hair. the afterglow is everywhere; her breath skating smooth across my skin. it’s quiet here, past where language is broken.
if i were a poet, i would write the words we say beyond what can be spoken.
I angle my face towards the sun
I tell her I love her
She warms my heart and
sprinkles me with freckles
She kisses my shoulders and
lightens my hair
She tells me she loves me and
life is still worth living
Despite it all,
I still want to face the world with my heart split open
And my arms open wide
With a soul that cries:
“Show me more”
Rather than a spirit that hunkers down saying “I’ve had enough”
I want to live … in every aching bit of reality
And breathe in every scent my senses can dare to explore