Tuesday 2 November 2010

so many days (response to so many mornings)

Her letter she shared....

so many mornings her words casting shadows, lightning, flower ash towering then floating toward solid ground...  i maybe wonder if believing would make a clearer path, a clearer way, a nearly even closely brighter day... i hesitate, exhale, inhale, feeling the wiry pulses, dreaming your forever wakening, sworn sacred, prayed without direction, visioning fragments... you and i, i and you, me and my baby sister, stain us red.

dared to believe. so i hesitate again...i fear and hardly fathom... what blesses me. away from falling forever forsaken. i cannot lose this love. 

the stories, the illiteration, the exquisiteness of oh the heart... we cannot lose this now. maybe we
can... we WIll and do transcend our selves the part of us the says we don't belong. even so alone... until You stand exactly before me,  your bright eyes of grean blue shine hue give everything ... give me warmth where ther was only emptiness. have i told you about the way i lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv                    

Response to her letter...

So many days
exactly where you stand
i too stand
votives lit and left us trembling with the shadow and light. your lashes flickering in love electric, electric in the night. acoustics of devotion so very nice! just right. Insecurity factory shut down, all the chipmunks been laid off. The smokestacks stand black and stare blankly into our clear skies.

no more smoke
no more lies
no loss of focus
meeting in our eyes

gotta stop the motion, get past the crashing waves and out to the great stillness... of the ocean. Observe. Sit in silence and see? We would be all right and we wouldnt, the forces around us determined. Located us, held us for awhile.  and then we got our chance to locate ourselves, our extravagantly suffered styles! Then we clash, suffer, start over, buffer. go easy. be nice. try and trust... remember the early moments? the rush? the clean attraction? enticing! trance-like! the pilot light must stay lit, to keep us altogether. the candle with her image in water on the altar. may be eternal. this light. to hold up against our trying weather.

Hours and hours of suffering went to dust after this!
Taken by the wrist
Leading one another

see what you're about
see what i'm about
we are like kids again!
like kids!

Contradictory was the sky to the ground. What the ground whispered to the grass --overheard by the weeds. Turned them yellow. gold. what was fresh became old. Without the sun, the ground feels quite cold. seeds sprout up and out. heated. gossip spreads through the gardens. some of the fearful collect in clumps. like islands though. by getting so close like that, see the ground all around them? straight up stark, empty. like coming together caused a great separation. or a moat? do they do this for protection? will they vote in the next election? or just stay static in their safe place? will they see us when we pass? will they honor us with acknowledgment? or turn away, again? you and me, we are the weary travelers i suppose. walk the earth to heaven knows.

thats how we are, thats just how life goes
no need to resist

cease and be still now!

the cold earth? the clumps? no matter anymore
not for long
these weak forces

my blood toward yours

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