A paradox of darkness and wisdom
Of passionate reckoning and expedient mercy
From the depths you steadily go and come
Elixir in hand outstretched, ready to touch
But to heal or bask in revelry?

You once said I was your angel, there to lift you up
If only I realized what kind of saving you really needed
I was never meant to pick up all the pieces
I pray for your soul, that you are now whole

Your machismo was your key to every door
I was too naive to keep mine locked
As much as I thought I wanted more
You were too fragile to let your heart be caught

A torrent of chemistry and technicolor hues
Your heart got tangled up in two
I trust that your intentions were true
But the current was strong,
And you got caught in the net you threw

Handsome, young, hopeful and trusting
My immature ways clouded my view
Your heart, so pure and loving
Though you saw me, I could not see you

The kitten’s purr heard above a lion’s roar

A chick’s peep as it breaks out of its shell

Sensed with more urgency than a low din of hungry growls

A contented sigh savored over a hearty laugh

The embrace of love is felt more powerfully than those that are spoken

The landing of a feather as it reverberates energy infinitely

Creates more impact than quakes and eruptions that shake the bones of the land

Must we value sound by speed, light by travel, alchemy by reactions?

Power is felt slight and silent

Through whispers and breezes and sparks and trickles

Through unnoticed quantum movements to other realms

With wit as silken nets to catch the stars,

Scooping them back into the slice of brightness forever seen in the depths of our eyes

The shadows come and go,

Retreating in the forests of longing and unquenched passion and anger and despair

Only to emerge in perfect timing amongst the peaceful meadows as freshly-bloomed

Wildflowers of all colors and shapes

Each following the cycles of the sun and the moon

The warmth and the frost, the dying and the rebirth

Stillness cocoons our cosmic heartbeat

Glistening silence creates us as One, closing and opening, but never ending.

As soon as my eyes register what the letters spell

Instantaneously my heart swells

A primordial, instinctual response born of an ancient and raw familiarity

The words are unceremonious, yet they are tranquilizing

Soothing and dizzying

As curing as a bolt of lightening is to the night sky above a restless sea

An essence of home, but not of tedium or indifference

Oh no, there is nothing ordinary about this lightening strike,

Nor does the open sea repel its heat.

A fire embers deep in the belly, a match strikes every time I read his words

Or listen to his voice

Yet his face is of a stranger, a hazy silhouette that I can’t quite articulate

I yearn to sharpen the outline of this magic-inducing presence

To apply color, to fill in the lines.

But this form does not need solidifying at the moment

A touch, gentle and passionate at once, accesses my soul,

And shifts the functions of my body

I try to, want to resist.  I have to.

But I want it.  I welcome it.  My heart yearns for it.  My spirit calls for it.

How do I know? How do I know?

A living, pulsating mystery that has already unfolded, but is shrouded in mist.

I must keep going. I must persevere. My curiosity must not, cannot, wane.

In this, my vision is not linked with my eyes, the cry is not heard with my ears.

His scent is untraceable.

I am unable to touch or taste his flesh.

These senses are disabled.

It is only our spirits that can communicate.

It is our hearts that can listen and respond to the reciprocal calling.

Someday the fog will lift and roll away, taking with it the enigma and secrecy.

Remaining in the wake, rhythms of the earth that never stopped,

Stripping the questions of all but their lucidity

Love waiting on the crest of the waves of our souls.