Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
no longer from the rusted laurels of my squandered youth
do i seek to hide amidst the withering leaves.
does youth end when death shows you its soul,
or is that just the way it rises, to finally begin?
Unabashedly bowing to the light of me,………you,……….we.
I say “me” first for you and me, the we, are me and
you know that. With you I am free to start
My sentences with “I” because you always know
Just what we mean.
Thank you for seeing the love in every heart,
Light in every star,
Every one of my heart’s beats within the pounding of your own.
(Here I sleep peacefully, knowing your love cannot mame.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.)
I need someone to help diffuse this overload
Of love and light
Before I swell so big I burst,
Or fizzle into etheric bliss
Come love me, and let me love you.
You should love me and let me love you.Y'know...if you want to. I'll be hoping you do. I think you want me to.
What is god? I don't know, but I suspect it is a collective wonder of every heart. Maybe we are god when we learn to be love in spite of this flesh and most certainly, because of it. We bow to this numen, this choice to live in love.
What is it about anniversaries of grief-inducing events; freeing us with every hard swallow, into the glorious healing hands of acceptance?
At first it might be minutes since, but then hours, days, weeks, months, seconds, milliseconds, years cause pain eternal in every single moment Wait. What were you wearing? I don't think I said good bye.
Wait- I need to know now so that I can remember you (as if I had taken the time to be with you- the way you always asked me to,) and imagine you just as you were when you walked through the gateway, so Glorious.
What if you go to heaven and I go to hell? Would you write and tell me what it's like down there? What if we switched places, this time knowing always knowing what it is to love? It doesn't matter anymore, I know. But I know, now, how much you mattered and that you wore your long red dress which dripped your blood in a circle around my feet.
(I'm so sorry I never saw you bleeding) I smeared my finger through the puddle and wrote your name across the sky
For You are why I love...