What’s done is done.
What is yet to come.
My mind keeps
Let sleep come none to soon
And carry me to dreamland
Where no one
These imaginings and reminiscings in
Sweet, vivid colors
As I dance through fallen
And falling leaves in the deep
My amusement and joy magnified
In kaleidoscopic colors and melodies.
My home stars keep calling my name.
Traveling the speed of light through cosmic storms
I visit them in my dreams.
I am merely a newborn awakening to wonders and strife. How cold the air on my skin, how the sun stings my eyes.
My mind gets earth drenched; fatigued translating language from there to here.
Most often I do not make sense when I speak though it sounds right in my head.
So much gets lost between soul and mind
As I try to enunciate and pronounce this love of all.
My heart beat fills my veins with a stirring and my lungs breathe an endless breath.
I watch and I smile feeling love flow through me; i am and never was empty for this
Is infinite and continuous.
Few see that all is translated in the stillness, that it Is always love, as we call it.
For it truly is more than love and that is why so many continue to try and define it.
It is more than a flat word or a mere voice and that is why we struggle so; to capture and constrain this cannot be done. It will not fit in a container.
There is no human word to encompass love.
And so the writers write and the singers sing.
The dancers dance and the dreamers dream.
Every one of us ponder
On and on and on
I draw a hot bath, pouring generous amounts of bubble bath under the faucet.
I immerse myself slowly as the temperature of the water is a bit too hot.
White tub, white shower curtains,
White noise fan.
Sleepy eyelids closing.
I want to stay here and dream.
The water is getting chilly
And the faucet is dripping ice cold drops on my toes,
Reminding me this is no fairytale.
The fan is singing to me
And no one is asking me questions now.
I will stay just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer.
Linger just a little longer
As tears trickle
Down my skin eventually mixing with the bath water.
I will merely imagine
I am adrift in the ocean.
It can happen
You forget you had beautiful dreams
And a fantastic morning.
You might not recall that you have a wonderful
Life for a moment too
When your heart
You will dream of me
Until your end.
And then on misty moor;
Through shadows gloom
Will you continue to roam.
Forsaking your eternal home.
Your longing unending.
Arms always empty
In your shapeless form.
Not long enough
Did you hold me while your heart
Was still warm.
Originally posted January 2016
Yet there you
To embrace an
Or who unknown.
No substance close.
You wake up soaked in sweat
Some touch of heart,
Some warmth of skin.
Is it a ghost from the past you
Or something yet to come?