mounting the ancient bleached stone steps one at a time
she moved quietly albeit somewhat belabored under the age
her eyes first cast down and then up with inhale and exhale
determination glowed in her gentle eyes as slight salty tears shivered
drying before crossing the threshold of her sturdy jaw line
her motivation to see the other side of a chaotic humankind
no temple atop the stairs stretched forth as if vanishing into blue sky
every now but then here a small token of someone who came before
her simplicity of the thought chanted under her breath was no need for why
there will be a brightness shining way up there
when she does finally arrive
there where the souls blend into that peaceful kindness of love for all time
in the darkness there has been light
in the light there was darkness
yet consulting the inner voice
listening to the sultry at times and soft aged at others
the whisper told of truth none other sound could impart
forever is not how long she climbs
rather just a brief human life time
every now and then a song breaks loose from her lips
to be heard by the meadows and yes even quieted birds
freedom is being without fear of not being accepted
even choices will not matter when the last step is reached
where then she looks and then she becomes
nothing more than aire
The moon came through the open window
on an unexpected breeze
whilst I was sleeping.
It brushed the hair back from my face
then kissed me upon my forehead.
I smiled knowing you had sent it
as you have done ever since we parted.
In your moon
Only touching my lips
as I awoke,
to send it back
My soul sometimes bleeds through sleep, leaving me bewildered with a wakefulness that was less about thoughts and more about deep penetrating feelings that left scars so very long ago one almost but never forgets nor forgot.
I just wished there were even one other soul buried inside one other human that I might connect with in silent understanding so that sitting with no spoken words was a deep presence desired by both.
Like a human who wishes to fly ~ this soul has turned ghostly white waiting for its release.
Perhaps in the mists or even the darkness I might find you to commune with whilst both of our souls remain encased in these human sarcophagi.
~ the more frightening something is the faster I must resolve to face it
~ it is what we wish to leave behind we keep finding again
~ only when I reach out can I survive
~ risks come with heavy burdens of being charged as guilty with no reason and lack of understanding
~ the biggest monster is knowing and not then acting
~ I march forward only becuz going backwards would give validity to the disease of bucking any change
the illusions built over years
finally fell from the worn window frame
pane by pane they hit the ground
shattering into slivers, jagged sharps
the fragilility of the core
dare not pick them up
to risk cutting and bleeding out
exposed to the wind and rain and sun
there became a strength
as wings began to unfold
first the moistness risked the filmy screen
see through as dried
unpierceable by human scorn
lightness of the innocence brand new
with ancient eyes embedded
the silence became nothing to you
yet she knew that she knew
she loved you no matter where you are
she loves you into the fullness of light
beyond the simple heat mirages
she was, you must know,
she is, you must feel
There is a hollowness that feels heavier than the aire inhaled and held there.
This gasp now held still as silence passes through this.
My heart whispers imperceptible longing for your eyes to hold it close ~ yours to mine.
Those days way back when ………….
The farmhouse sat on its own solid ground surrounded by miles of pastures and hayfields waiting to be gleaned alongside the chopped cornfields as off in the distance the ghost of a cornshucker could almost be heard being operated by several long gone men.
On the old wrap around porch she stood with one arm hugging the round white column that held the roof above. Her eyes squinting into the sun that was effortlessly heading to the edge of the earth as her lips persed to whistle for the old mare. Wisps of golden reddish hair blown across her left cheek sprinkled with freckles her Aunty had called angel kisses, she leaned forward toward mother earth as if to take flight at the last breathtaking moment when the sun slipped from the earth.
Flowers plucked from vines and leaves much earlier now slightly wilting in the basket gave off the most gentle scent like the breath of a new born babe washed in lotions and swathed in cotton smocked cloth. Her nose twitched as it caught the posies scent…….. leaving the impression forever deep in her tender heart.
The creak of the screen door startled her back to the first touches of the night aire as her Uncle stepped out and walked firmly to the porch swing calling her name to come sit a spell with him and his promise of more railroad stories to unfold until her head would nod drowsy next to sleep.
Tis a captured time when all the senses were so alive and impressionable……. a time that now is brought up into the present mind as much older she sits staring across the landscape to the east …… wondering……..
how many kisses of the passion mixed with morning mists must now await
I traveled forever in the deserts of a million temples built by emperors devastated
struck dumb in the breaths of fears trembling for evers unknown
lonely sings the wailing of the notes yet to be sung
give sound to the chords of a million tongues
wandering across the skies that venus would have begun
laying down among the cosmic trails of long lost stars burst
shall that even one more soul find this my despair untortured
firmly deconstructed the bare threads once woven immortal
before the greyness of the nights’ fall comes the shrouded washed out blues
if it twould be the place to then find you
would then I gladly stand to await Thine arrival
shift locks of hair away from the face now bared
tis but the eyes leading down into the depths
suddenly apparitons hide to not realize Thine softness bequeathed
there were torments that might have been fortold yet dismissed
oh to please you with every last longing breath
~ going deep that I might find the whispers centuries had left ~