"Desire to be seen, to be known.....

Longing to be seen with eyes that see beyond the depthless veil

With a heart that sees ocean chasms, and not just surface waters.....

To distinguish self among the masses

I want to be seen.

I want to be known. I want to be needed, I want to be loved. Not for what I am... but for who I am.

Please see me.... please know me.....

Longing for this ...... yet afraid.

The voices are silent, and the screams are muted....

Only thoughts..... gestures without an interpreter.

Radio waves, with no speaker to transfer the signals.

Trapped inside this skin... looking out from within

From within walls that barricade me.... walls of fear.

Aware of everything... of every eye that watches me, of every ear that hears my voice.

So I blend in, a chameleon changing colors, desperate to hide.

Yet longing to be seen... longing to be KNOWN.

I want you to know me, but I am afraid.

Thoughts and feelings pounding to the surface, but unable to break through

Identity, self, life, trapped behind a wall of apprehension

This fear is my *******, this trepidation my yoke.

I want you to hear me.....

but when I need words the most, they become opaque... frightened and scattered by the thundering fear.

Like a flurry of birds scattering at the sound of an impending storm.

I want you to see me.....

but my confidence cowers... my head lowers, my eyes fall, I turn and walk away.

I hide in my mind again.... I seek shelter with my thoughts.

My own introspect only a temporary comfort.

I want you to hear me, to see me, to know me..... KNOW ME. Please know me. I want you to know me. Help me to break free.

See me. Hear me.....
Not with your eyes... not with your ears.... not like the world sees and hears.

but see me with your heart, and to hear me with your soul.

I am drowning in my own fear and self induced entrapment

Pull me free, pull me to the surface of this drowning pool...

Revive me, bring me back to life, breath air into my lungs......

I want to die, so I can be reborn. Die, and be stripped of this fear. I want to face death, so that this fear can finally perish with the ashes."

A certain comfort exists in sadness...  
when that sadness leads to numbness.
When the sadness finally covers you completely,
like slowly slipping into a warm, deep pool.
You cannot see anything any longer.
You cannot hear anything any longer.
And finally, all fears are trivial.
Sadness deadening your heart to all other forms of pain....
like a protector.
What a sweet release.....
when your mind finally ceases to worry about anything.... anything at all. And all that exists is the deep pool of sorrow, that covers you ...
and cradles you to sleep under a blanket of earth,
and under a lullaby of the sound of a beating heart,
slowly ending its song.

The stars shift in the sky around our home,

and we shift in the sky around theirs,

like some great cosmic cog wheel.

Interlocking forces and components....

galactic nuts and bolts in some giant machine that we call the universe.

Operating in perfect unison.....

vast orbs spinning and weaving,

movements perfectly timed and executed,

like a great heavenly dance.

Begetter of mysteries .......

nameless alien entities, eddies of cosmic dust,

circulating through the perpetual, cryptic darkness.

Flawless configuration......

minuscule components in a vast and complex system,

yet each one a vital part of its structure.

Beginning unknown, and ending a mystery......

which causes me to wonder.... who is the architect, and who is the commander of this machine?

"Show me a beauty I've never seen before.....
Help me feel a passion I've never felt before....
Make my heart ache.
Open the parts of me that are locked away inside....
Take me by the hand..... take me to your secret place.
Catalyst for my soul.....
Tempt my spirit....
I want to surrender.....
Make me alive again.
Make me die and be reborn
Reborn into Life.
Shedding our skin against the flames... burning ashes falling away... new forms stand.... ALIVE
Wild passion dwells within our veins.... burning and feverous.... bursting to the surface....
The day cools to ashes... yet the embers still glow brightly in our souls......
We yield naturally..... like the Winter surrenders to the Spring... effortlessly, as if by instinct.
Wet earth pulling us....inviting us,
Moss and leaves, soft and yielding beneath our bare feet
droplets glistening on fresh verdure in a twilight fantasy
Arrested by beauty, but no prisoner. We are for once completely free.
The binding garments of society shed....
We make war against routine.
We make amends with our roots
Waterfalls..... refreshing, cascading currents of translucent jewels
Under restoring waters, we flow with the droplets... in one direction.. all with the same destination.
Under a titanium orb of cratered moon....  we redefine passion..... we reinvent Heaven.
The night belongs to us.
Dashing through timber and thicket... we steal back our childhood.
We take back our innocence.
Fingers woven together like celtic knots....
Panting, breathless, pounding hearts like the thundering hoof beats of a thousand wild horses.....
The sounds of nature our orchestra.... serenading our dance through the trees.
Stars in the infinite canopy above, like fallen white petals floating in a pitch black pool....
mirroring the shimmer in our eyes.... and the white hot blaze within our hearts.
I am alive again... in your secret forest"