It is all in a dream. Your voice seems so faint.

Your face I can barely recall. It's all in a dream, and what do I say to you?

Your heart is so silent. The light in your eyes is grey. It's all in the dream, but what can this say to you?

This long good night was so quiet and velvety, the darkness of the time we had in peace, and now you are leaving my fleeting vision.

What can I say to you to keep this moment breathing?

It is all in the dream, the sole place I can be with you, my love.

Words are thrown and land like blows to the heart.

Careless abandon, litteration of jove, blunt punch contusions to the soul.

No apology needed, it is just fun, leaving dark whispers of pain in nerves.

Under the skin haematomas swell with each blow from words you puke

Jagged edged swipe rips open the flesh of a beautiful soul that screams 'why?'

Called to account deny, attack and reverse to the victim as offender for being too tender.

Darvo your name says it all, no sense of remorse no care in the world

The wake from the storm of the dark sea of your mind engulfs the screams of your 'offender'

You ride on pleased with your song of 'gags' abuse from the slap of your vile words.

The universe, in all its mystery, throws us together.

We look at lives of pain and suffering. We share the joy of beauty and caring.

There is no doubt we all come from one blood, above and beyond and through life's journey.

Blood flow is the life, the soul, the very being and the core of who we truly are.

The embrace of kindred and kind takes us deeper, and our pulse is regulated to the heartbeat of life.

When the earth shakes in temper and the bruisers come we are thrown for a moment by the brutal thunder.

After the lightning strikes and the rain comes to wash away tears, its coolness is like a balm.

Remember to exhale and listen, and fall into the heartbeat of kind, empowered by the lifeblood love

I keep hearing the words about being authentic;
to be true to ourselves and those around us,
it needs me; truth beckons like the pied piper's compelling tone, and I cannot resist following the note.

It means transparency, and if I leave anything behind to those memories that are so fleeting and transient,
unless, somehow, out of my existence, there is some expression that has meaning for others; I am just a whisper in the wind.

I want to find some way to connect to their humanity and show my wares off in my storefront, something beyond the world's perfection, whom I want to think well of me and yet be faithful to the things in the dark recesses of my being.

I no longer fear those things; I have embraced them. Something makes me who and what I can be and will be because I am finally at peace.