I know the door you're
Speaking of,

And you're right.
It is
Shut -

Firmly
Tight.


Love seeps through,
Overtaking my view,
Breathing promises
of
No looks back.

While

Red emotion
Slips through,
Obscuring my view,
With such ease,
Spilling
Right through the
Cracks.


I feel gusts of
You,
Whisping bits of me to

The spaces you wish
We'd go -

Though it's the
Heavier parts
That can't quite start

Flying -

Afraid
Of the
Multiplous

Ways to go.

--

It's Me

That gets
Left behind.

Who knew,

The girl who had
No voice
Would
One day
Teach the world to
Sing
?

To banish their
Bashful
And beam forth
In beauty,

To learn to
Simply
Just Sing
?

A time ago
Her soft
"Hello" was
Lost
Within
Translation
.

But now?
Oh, now!

With no care
To how,

That caterpillar

Has
Found
Her wings
.

Elusive lulls of lucidity linger,
slightly, in my
retrospection-

behind thick, thick sprawls
of stones for walls, built to
defend what I felt, then
most relevant.

Once at escape,

I meet, at random,
apace
tangents
that spin
me gently into

Light,

wherein I sigh
at ease, slow-
ly breathing
in the peace flowing
abundant,

amid
Tranquility.

Lucidity's quite funny, in that
when precious to one,
proves slippery, and when gotten,
too foreign,

to keep lucid, in a state
that, without light, is
forsaken,
to the ever-
turn of

Chasing the Light.

What better place
To keep a
Secret
from
Those
Within
The Light?


I've been through
the shadows
in the
Valley of Darkness

So
I know,

You've been there also.

We live in a world
Wherein
Several of which
Reside,

-this realm
to shelter
the Treasures of
Those
Still,
Hoping,
in their
Transition.

And
While I was there
To uproot the
Despair
I'd stored,
For my
Too stern
Pride's

Veil in Recovery,

I saw yours there
Also,
Your Mane,

-shaved,
Leo,

Attached
to a
Sliver-cracked
Ego,

Hidden
Amongst both
The
Gems of a gypsy
Glowing
in the dark,

Winking
Smiles
At my
Treks,

In
&
Out,

The
Crumbling treasures
Of
the tragic,
Troubled
Someones,
Nearly
Forgotten

in their
Trying Tribulations.

Shadows
a desperate
Shelter
from
the
Thoughtless
Impunities
Sometimes
Rampant

In
The Light.  

The Darkness is
Dark
In that,
It enabled,
Evades
what
Light does
Simply
by
Nature.

And
I saw,

You saw this
Too.

--

Once upon a time,

Without the
Spots of
Darkness,
That we
All
Have
Stolen away
To,

To let out
Free
Your soul,
To just

Be,

On our way
To seeing

What's
Needed.

Without the
Soft Cloak
of the
Shadows,

My blood,

We,
The Imperfect
Become
We,
The Vulnerable.

--

I saw a soldier's
Heart's longing,
Becoming
Worn
by a
Chafing
Of a
Strong, strong
Courage

A young girl's
Freedom
Too tightly
Gripping
Like thorns
Sweet Yearnings
for

A Love,
Truly
Everlasting.
--
Not all wielders
Of Light
Are servants of Light.
Some use Light
For
Their own
Devices.

So
by Cause,

Weak or strong,
Pain fresh
Or long,

We all
Have been acquainted
With

The Darkness.

Sweet, baby's
Breath,

Untainted,
And so pure.

A satin soft
Scent, that sounds
Sweetly
Reminiscent of
How then
Thoughts
Tumbled

Freely

Into the others.

Passively rummaging
Through my old
Collection of Sighs
For all the
Mutely, flickering
Instances in which
I
Catered
Poorly
to the
In between.

As much as I would
Like,
There's no
Teleporting
Through
Life,

There's no
Jumping
From this level
To that.

Instead,
I curl coyly
About,
In the
Slowly sweetening
Nuances
Of
Time

And sleep
Soundly
in

What's to
Come.

I see you
when
You don't,

when you try so hard
to
see you

-through my eyes,

but you see me
when
I don't
see me

see
we

found each other,
baby

we don't
need
to be
atomically
synced

to know

that
once upon
some time ago
the Cosmos
sang our song
We
and sang it
until

we found each other
and
we'll keep
finding each other

you'll see.

Worn rows of gowns
Turn old,
Cluttered in the
Closet.