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Mystic

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The clock calls the midnight hour.

I close my eyes and

Am aware of

You

Everywhere I turn.

My pulse races

And my mind gets dizzy.

I put my hand to my heart

And hold myself steady;

Flushed

With heat,

My skin tingling.

This is your magic

At work once more.

Intuition. Instinct.

A faint melody plays through my memories.

There is no reasoning nor answers

In explanation.

We are in synch and I breathe.

We are in synch and I dance.

The truth of us

Unspoken,

Unwritten,

Unfathomable

In the mind.

Divine mystical mystery.

Over mountains and oceans far goes the yearning.

Over soft curves of my skin fall the tears.

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Cry

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They snuggled in close as could be;

Tangled.

Turning away

She buried her face in the blanket.

Hidden.

To her

He whispered softly,

Its okay to cry you know.”

She lifted her gaze to his,

But i am so afraid,

So fearful i will drown in myself.

That i will be so ugly to you.”

And in his eyes she felt his reply,

Let yourself go.

You think you will drown

But this is where you become yourself,

Where

You are more.

I felt your soulshine upon arrival here. Birth.

Radiate.

Nourish.

This is how the roots are hydrated my

Love, and this is where one

Flourishes,

In the letting go.”

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I was taught to

Swallow my tears.

Keep them within,

Becoming bloated with grief.

My blood saturated with salt

Until

Solidified

Heart so heavy

And lungs drowned with self inflicted water,

I could no longer stand.

I could not absorb oxygen needed to keep warm nor fully breathe,

Could not pump blood through my own veins to live.

Not knowing that to cry was such strength

For those surrounding me

Saw it,

Claimed it as

Victory;

A winning of some kind to break another more than yourself.

I still cry in the dark.

I never said I was perfect.

Tears

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She stood staring at the monument,

Her mind taken back

To then.

Was that the same wind blowing through her hair

That blew

On a day so very long ago?

Has it just been traveling the world;

Been out there somewhere waiting to hear her heart beat again?

Now she was

Afraid to turn around.

Not ready to leave,

Fearful the tears would fall

And a passerby would stare.

They would most likely

Assume she must be drunk or out of her mind.

No, she teetered on the edge and almost plunged

But

She was

Simply sad.

Just plain sad. People do not like to see that

Sadness.

Tears.

Curiosity

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Memories.

Playing in my grandparents old farmhouse.

Looking outside through the window.

“Do not play at the window child. Do not touch

The stick holding the window open. Go outside”

Curiosity always ruled me.

Itchy fingers and dreamy mind wondering what could happen this time.

So closer I moved.

What is this mighty stick doing I may not touch?

Holding up the heavy window frame I realized to late

As it slammed down unapologetically on my my little hand.

Tears stinging my eyes to my surprise.

Swollen and bruised hand now but

“That’s what you get when you do not listen child. Now go outside and play.

Stay on the grass. Do not leave the yard.”

I would proceed to play barefoot and roam the boundaries I was told not to go.

Skin now pierced by prickly burs. Tears again.

“If we told you once, we told you twice. Now child why don’t you listen.”

Once more I wander places I ought not go. Family visiting outside stop to hear my cry.

Me confronted.

A large snake poised up to meet my eyes. I stood frozen.

“Don’t move a muscle!”

And they interfere with my curiosity. I am safe now in big sisters arms.

” Why don’t you listen child? There is danger and boundaries you mustn’t cross. We know better as we have lived longer.”

I did not understand their language it seems.

She Asks For Nothing

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She asks how you are doing.

You have a short 

Conversation,

The whole time

Her heart screaming inside her

Chest,

“I am so lonely.

So goddamn lonely.”

Her brain holding the dam straight and strong against

The welling of tears.

And she laughs.

She hugs you

A little longer than you feel comfortable so

You let go

And 

“Let’s catch up soon”

And she glances to the ocean.

The ocean who is always calling.

And she thinks how much she longs to go to her.

“The ocean will hold me as long as I need

And stroke my tangled hair.”

She asks for nothing

In return.

“And i do not need to speak.

I walk on to where i need to go

Leaving the ocean for

Now.

She waits for my return.”

Her heart beating morse code,

Begging,

Wait for me. Wait for me.