how many timeswill i return to that empty placewhere the sun rises and setson the faces of my fearshow many days will begin and endwith thoughts only of our many endings?my impermanance is a knife to meto know you'll extend into infinityand i'll be asleep, unheard the grandness of youtranscends timewhile your form is nested perfectly in spacesuspended from a silver chordthe hand that animates you is your ownthe dexterity of your actionsuch graceit moves me to desparationthe edge of night is rushing up to greet meand you are eternally cradled in day my time is segmentedmy faith on the floorfalling from beneath my feeti have no choice but to surrenderon the off chance that you were just a dreamthat the gossamer thread that rendered you paripateticis in and of it's own intelligenceunattentive, unempatheticfading with mecarelesslyinto a war that is not lost nor woninto the sweet unknownoblivion
unknown but to those few willing to traverse this abyss, to extend the inward journey outward into bliss. i dig it, oh how i dig it. much love
i like what you write and somehow feel the desertedness of your reality i almost not dare whom you describe, and i'll always fear being such i wish you warmth and comfort and as much healing as you deserve but in my confusion lies no emptyness, yet full of wintershand and summers shade, i offer you my understanding, the last ones now standing to serve the holy king, of wich cynicism and idleness has not eaten i thank u for your poetry don't give up
hi i love the way you have shared you deep fears of love here who doesnt fear the lose of such a gift..... i love this line { i have no choice but to surrender on the off chance you were just a dream.....} to be awake and loved and loving is all we need...... lovely open piece thank you for posting love n peace from saff