don't lie to me.

I've heard those echoes
with every setting of the moon.
I've heard those whispers
with every sunrise
that's ever kissed
the parchment of my skin.

don't lie to me.

I woke up with the constellations,
remembered in the silken threads
of mother time's embrace.
I cleansed my eyes of the gossamers
when starlight was but a distant promise
of a reality yet to burn itself into existence.

don't lie to me.

I couldn't cut it as a weaver
of honey ladened words
heaped upon the nebulae,
derelict between the flowing stelar algae
and that roaring darkenss from which
all things come.

don't lie to me for I have bathed
in the cold light of eternity.

ever since
that brightest of lights
birthed the universe
and all that it holds
our particles have
been striving through
all that is known
of space and time
through countless changes
of form and matter
through our unknown infinities
amidst the infinites known
through beliefs and disbeliefs
uncertainties and doubts
falling continuously
in the path of our orbits
endlessly we will travail
entrained to reunite
with our eternal partner
separated only temporally
impeded by the superlunary
seemingly fated from beyond
the gravity of this mystic tie
binds all sempiternally
and we will be found
one in the other

Finally,
It comes to an end but not an end
After being the most intense relationship that I had in my own thoughts
Ups and downs like a tornado, now landing exactly where it should be.

It’s an end but not an end,
It exists but it isn’t awake,
It rests unless one of us wakes it up,
And none of us wants to wake it up!
Then, does it actually exist?
It’s dead, but is it?

Forever a myth ? or an untamed reality?
Like a seductive mirage I question your actuality

The irrestible lure makes me to crawl to your unconquered territory
Carving out my journey from evanescence to eternity...

No Exit No Retreat

We CHARGE
Into love
There is
No RETREAT
It’s instant addiction
That cannot be
Beat

Love’s addiction
Is like no other
While trying to
Abstain
Forever
You’ll love her

There are
No rehabs
No 12 steps
If the arrow is true
There are
No Exits

Bill MacEachern August 14,2023

Part of me wants to hold the pain
the way I wish I could hold you
it feels more productive
than letting go.

How can I allow
the process, the universe, god
to take care of itself, when there is pain?

As if the preoccupation with the possibilities,
will protect you more than my prayers
as if the pain were a sentinel.

I hold the pain as a dagger.
Stabbing into the darkness, into the void.
Fending off invisible foe, parrying against suffering.

No one leaves life unscathed, and so I fail you.
I cannot protect you from life.
My honor is tarnished.

My love, please know,
I will be here when you are happy,
And especially when you are sad, scared, lonely.

When life bears down, and the weight is too much,
I will be here, prying apart the dimensions,
As an anchor to reality

My precious one,
You are beloved since always.
This love has always been, and always will be.
When all returns to the great silence,
This love remains eternal.