You always want to know how my day has gone
You try to make me laugh when I'm down
You tell me how you want to be with me all day long

You ask me how I am every single day
You say you love all of my imperfections
Nothing else screams "I love you" more than your subtle ways

And I really appreciate all that you do for me
But the sad truth is
As hard as I've tried, I just can't love you as much as you love me

Not the first, nor hundredth view inside.
Masks forgotten with departed boundaries,
Tied through inner worlds and silenced words;
Stripped. Of everything but a shadowed view of depth.

With this, a fall into bottomless fragility.
A glittering lock of unknown vulnerability;
A naked tether. Souls on show.
An illuminance playing in purity below.

Outlines blurred of who, or what, we are,
With memories brought ashore in tidal waves.
After learning to float, succumb to the intricate sway
Of days spent glimpsing our reality.

As eternal as mountains
so
not eternal
but certainly
quite long lasting.

Reading,
         Reading you,
Reading me:
Symphonic emotional intelligence,
Words like a violinist.
    I carry them with me
Inside my mind applying reality,
       The unreality passsing out of me.
The poems speak like see through natures,
The clarity of my discombobulation.
      You all become real.

   Archives of the souls
    Instantaneous connection
        Closer than
Touch:
Your words resonance with every
Fiber of my being.
    Your words
Invent more words,
    Your emotions tie
The world's shoestrings,
    The experience shared
Is a reality of musical theatre
    And it kills the silence,
The silence of the mind.
     Your words are movement,
Be it from a past,
     The metaphysical dance,
A kiss of gentle air,
    The idea is a life living
Recovering from the enigmatic plague
Of ignorance.
    Though I see the bird sing
My heart stops when it I hear it
Through your words;
    Connectivity.
Reading is not reading,
    It is saying what your silence says,
Art becoming life in an echo of YOU.
       The words that I understand:
Yes, the pain is also a gesture of reality,
     It lets us know it was real,
Your tears,
      Your secrets,
           The murmured past,
And as I read it becomes as the
Sun on morning dew.
   Beginnings,
Endings,
    You become apart of me,
I become part of you,
      Not words
But music in the silence.
And the moment will come
When you hear it too:

The poetry:
Crystalline humanity.

I'm here, I'm living.
I'm here surviving.
I'm here... But I'm not thriving.

I want to go to the other side,
I want to go where there is light.
I want to dance and sing,
And laugh and twirl and do my own thing.

But I'm here and stuck on my side,
I've died and cried on inside.
I search and sought for a way out,
But all I could do is scream and shout.

The thoughts and voices in my head,
They're drowning me I can't tread.
I'm a prisoner of the war,
And I'm losing strength
And I can't fight anymore.
I let out one forceful roar,
Then surrender and fall to the floor.

I want to go to the other side,
I want to go where there is light.
I want to dance and sing,
And laugh and twirl and do my own thing.

But I'm here and stuck on my side,
I've died and cried in inside.
I search and sought for a way out,
But all I could do is scream and shout.

I will find my way to paradise,
Even if I make the same mistake twice.
I will work and I won't give up,
I will climb high and I will live it up.
With my chin up and my head held high,
I WILL walk over to the other side.

We still meet
as friends
in rooms, but
not the home
we shared for
thirty years.
My sadness
is not for
what we lost.
My sadness
is for what we
might have been
and won’t.

mce