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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 09 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.09.22.51.7966]] |
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Dear Soul, Realize finally that I am poor Conclude this long drawn out thesis With my words: I am blind without your picture. I am deaf without your voice. I am dumb without your name(s). I am empty without the reminder that it is you silently on the phone. But know that I am certain of the amusement and delight these scribbled words ignite and as our hearts intertwine in codes of a lifetime such as old playmates and friends it is in this emptiness that I am whole. Our breath and sigh in every line makes a kiss divine. Nameless and faceless, it is here we make love -- and although we may, by chance, pass each other in the street we will behave, I am certain as the perfect strangers we were taught to be like good students we may exchange briefly veiled pleasantries burning inside to reveal our true identity. With nothing much to say, logically and rationally, I could only hope you would approach with an invitation to share your physical company even if briefly as boats in the sea test the waters we will reach our destination I am sure without catastrophe. What is the destination, you ask? Harmony. The music of bizarre and eerily familiar sounds plays in my ear as we tune each others forms into melodies for the world to hear. It is the sound of fire born in water. It is the sound of love looking in the mirror of hate, both realizing in its birth, its wombs were one in the same. But our mind - have conquered - duality, our thoughts exist in the ten dimensions unknown to most of humanity. These magical sounds, for us, are merely ordinary reality. I'm only truly very sorry that I wasn't brave years ago, upon hearing your funny make believe voice that I didn't grasp the opportunity to tell you truly how much I was in love with you because in the shock I lost my voice beyond the trained courtesy. A part of me died that moment and in mourning I became myself absurd and crazy. Stand in my shoes dear opposite divine: I am not as brave as bold and as heroic as you in such great light... my mind and heart can be delicate and fragile travelling between the worlds of what we see and what is actually here. Forgive my weakness, I beg thee, know that I know that a life without you is my punishment. As a wounded warrior, I hold to the faith that a lesson we must learn together (hopefully in the past tense) will make this world a better place. So that in our union we may live with absolute certainty in any challenge or battle circumstances may bring. You may say -- perhaps in another lifetime... I say, alas, you are the brighter of us two I wholly trust in your wisdom, your heart and your vision of true *love*. I never truly abandoned you as I tended to a sick and dying Heart in visions of our families ruining us for our love. I found you day and night from one time reality to the next, until you asked me, without the words to leave you for the next. How could I question the answer? When looking in the mirror they are my own questions and my own answers -- for we two opposites are one melody born of fire and water. |