Slight winds carry me,

heavy in wet shadows.

Held up for release from endless wonder;

a curiousity fit for uncertain kings

and vast lands left behind in times unconquered.

Too haunted and self conscious by an inward reconoscence.

Starving for the enlightenment on the edge of a tongue.

many steps behind the one, ever present, now.

Reflective and stung by the prisons I've built within myself.



So what of this darkness?

Its harshnes left on the beat of a heart

and this indescribable longing for the part

I play in purpose.

I know it's all worth it

So reveal it to me.

You don't even owe it to me sweetly.

Only briefly if you want, and beyond harshly if you must.

But know that I'll have it honestly and with trust

that we can make the most of this open-ness

Between us that we should never have forgotten.

But the journey is strung with memories reclaimed.

A sense of wholeness through loss

Lost bits of who we used to be

but choose to forgive and have forgotten.

Relieved of their duties and refusing

to give purchase on who we are now.



Here.

One among the many.

Silencing our voice to the hum of our unity.

Know that I would love you.

Each and every one unconditionally.

Yet out of necessity dependent on truth.