Time
Continuous , Fluent
Serene , Whirling , Vibrating
Surrounded By Existence , Existence is Pulsating
Thriving , Impelling , Advancing
Firm , Sound
Existence

I aspire to be like an artist

In the way they paint a portrait

Capturing every detail

But instead of using paint

there's only my words

instead of a canvas and paintbrush

There is only my pen and paper

Waiting to be written on

And in its own right

Take form

In becoming a work of art

~

Your essence is so embedded within my soul,
Thick bloodstream I tried to heal pushing you away.

Desperately my vicious heart I ripped out,
So I could tame my pain and set you free.

It didn’t turn out like I thought!
I became dormant… but only for a while.

My heart only got even louder screaming for your name,
Seeking memories of how it felt like to be yours,
Bleeding over your possible grave,
Regretting not being selfish for our love,
… for risking it all…

There is no safety in love.
Life is so short and fragile now so...
Craving for your life, craving for what we had,
I needed to know how deadly were the damages.

… Somehow…

Not too soon, but never too late…
The stars restored their lost constellations,
Nature guided you back home.

… Finally…

Gold and Silver might blend again…

~

© Christina Philipe