Memories
of what I never had
lurk in the back rooms
of my mind
silver-tinged
with coolness,
their icy edges
melting into tiny
colored fires
intensity of emotion
that becomes an endless,
lurching ocean
with the ache
for the close,
rolling folds
of deep saline whispers
a merging of souls
without drowning
a submerging
without getting
carried out
to raging sea
identity rescued
from certain
little death
maintaining clarity
allowing for
the lasting wonder
of seeing through
each other's
eyes, hearts in
tune beating
strong
always keeping me
on the edge of
the most sumptuous,
delicious repast
that even in
the most heated
moments
will not burn us
to a mere crisp,
not destroy
yet also will not just fill
in limited surfaces
a cup half full,
a mind, half alive
Instead of shallow,
quickened afterglow
I simply know
what I must have:
that deep, s lo w d i v e
to the depths
of that aquatic
rhythmic wonder
the soft, liquid crystal
of reflection
that is in my core
and now,
as I send
prayers to
the winds
of hope,
yes, how
I bleed,
for
this heart
needs
so much
more
It must be added to the title: "...but of what will one day be" because I believe it will come into being. No ifs, ands or buts. Period.
Not only that: It is clear that we need different things at different stages. It is not that "love" is never found in some form. But: Sometimes, as we get wiser, we know,crystal clear, exactly what it is that we need. :)
Worth a listen:
What Else Is There?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADBKdSCbmiM