Sunday, October 20, 2013

The life you bring.

You don't stop your comfort and sweet care,
It gives life and desire to plunge and be within you.
You must know what you do to me,
Because I can see what I do to you.

Whatever is written in the wall, is too far to see,
Whatever is spoken in the wind, has yet to pick up speed,
Whatever the water whispers, is just too still,
Whatever the next day brings, I'll be ready to make its will.

Do you miss me? I ache for you.
Do you need me? I long for you.
Do you think of me? I dream of you.
Do you see me? You are the light of my day.
Because of you, I want to live.

Friday, October 18, 2013

The unexpected save.

I sank, in the cold waters of my own uncertainty.
I knew it, it numbed, it dulled, it hurt in spikes,
Hypothermia of emotions, what a weird comfort.
I decided to reach out, well knowing no one was there,
But to my surprise something made contact.
Hesitation flooded me, but decided to hold on.
I first tugged, but receded to the other pull.
Water break! A fresh gasp of air...
Renewed, my rescuer had been gone. 
Suddenly I realized I was alone but I could see the shore.
I had saved my self all along, 
Yet still need to say thanks the for the nudge.

Thursday, October 17, 2013

If it hurts, is it love?

It ebbs and flows, this love and pain,
to know that you are out there,
to sense the indifference of space,
to have to wait and ache.
Your taste and scent are still there,
I close my eyes and your silhouette does not fade,
that voice keeps echoing in my head,
the motion that caresses the ghost of your shape.

I keep reminding myself that I have to keep my self at bay,
the forces that be, I respect so I keep away.
Perhaps one day there will be a wind for my sail,
it just tears me to know that my ship might never leave dock.
That in order to have some sort of form,
to start upon a rock,
I must first let you go.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Just thinking..

My vision still seeks you,
Everything I do has a dedication,
Everywhere I go, I feel hints of you,
Places I've been to, don't measure without you.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I confess to a bittersweet tear.

I must confess to a bittersweet tear,
one that is as intense as the summer sun,
that can burn and comfort all together.
With a sensation of a light shining, clarifying,
purifying and unfiltered by a clear sky.
It carries a pain that opens my eyes,
only to see that life is before me
and for the first time in a long time,
I truly feel.

I must confess for a bittersweet tear,
I did not see my self here,
I contemplated nothing close to this flow,
a depth so quickly unfolded.
I fear this wave of feelings, the potential untapped,
and my willingness to risk.
So steady is how I thread,
at the distance that beckons the respect deserved.

I must confess with a bittersweet tear,
I've never before felt so alive,
with just the right amount of broken,
that breaks the old crust, sheds the old skin,
cleans this battered soul,
a new chapter ready to begin.

I confess.. I'm alive again.