Facing the sun as it fallsThe glimmer of a beginning
Like the sensation of a faltering breath
With the whispers of the high grass that brush across my legs
As I am caught in the wonder of loss
And the sadness that continuously unfolds
Even as I sit here gazing at the open sky
I let the warmth of the sun seep through my skin
So small am I in these thoughts
When all I have to share in them is the soft burning falling before me.
All things are spaced
So easily erased
And the silence echoes
We all make mistakes
Our paths retraced
And the lights in our eyes remain unseen
I break away
I live into each day in hopes of a spark to ignite
And to awaken from these lucid dreams
To awaken alive with our understanding unified
Baring ourselves with little to expressThe birthing of a thought
Parallel to this reality
And the burning remains
A touch of love that hasn't been met
A wise eye to that reality
The sense of being singular and centered
Seeing past so many faces
So many traces of humanity hidden, perhaps even lost
Only because nothing ever surfaces
Except in glimmers
My eyes widen with sudden gasps
Wind blown hair and hands clasped
What no one sees, what no one could dream of
And it is all within my grasp
More than ashMemories can be torn, suppressed,
lost to a mist that seems never-ending
when you are always searching, searching...endlessly.
What is this vastness that falls through me every time I close my eyes....
falling without wings, falling through soft dreams that were once reality...
and it has become something that burns right through me...
I am a shard of history, singular, living on a spark, a flame so dim...
oh how I wish it would ignite.
AcceptanceWading through shadows, pressed for time
Making due with what little I bring into this world
With who or what I am
Acceptance is one thing, as I bare it like no other
Yet inwardly I never truly fall to it
Maybe it is because I see things so clearly
As though my vision were faceted
Where the sun and moon collide into one another
And night and day are no different to me
Time always tells as much as the light falls through my eyelids
As much as I want to break this barrier that cascades through my heart's own breath
Loneliness and the edge of reasonThere are times when dreams overshadow the contrasting burning
Along this invisible skin
Seeming so fragile as I am
Yet alive behind soft irises, even when all you can hear is my breathing
I seek understanding as much as I see it in myself
With the way we move
The way I move with and towards others
Why do I seem so invisible?
A question left unasked to those blinded, perhaps by my silence
Perhaps by their own...
It is hard to see beyond these blinding mists of regret
Holding so many missed opportunities, in love...and perhaps a deeper friendship
Beyond any scope and anything that withholds us.
My existence may be frail on so many levels, but finding myself alone in this is sometimes the only way for me to actually be less lonely...
And with this in mind...I am not so lost to it....sometimes being alone can bring you to life because it is the only way you can actually be yourself fully... and not quite so lost.
What it takes to standStreaming within a mind so lost
Surrounded and fallen
I seek so much in the light, even in these depths
Where standing takes everything
Swallowed and darkened
And it is as though I have forgotten everything
When all I feel is my own soft breathing
Yet, I still fall within each thump of a heartbeat
Because even in these depths
It is all I hear
Even as everything remains so lost...
And I stand because it is all that I am when I refuse to be.