like the bubbles of a bath coalescing together the sky is one great sea i’m sinking clean in rivulets of cosmetic colour where the glitter are stars i’m sinking in this night as clouds clot to one another cheetah print hover i’m sinking in my footprints headlights break the silence playlist play a song to break my vision sinking senses swimming in play me some 80s synth pop until i fade into abstract image am i a stain on the universe or am i some profound detail? play me like an unrendered record player, nonexistence parallel to my existence the vibrations tuning into my sinking frequency i’m falling up into the horizon what impression does my splash make in the ocean of this sky?
We leave etches, imprints within those when we relinquish our mortal form. For every breath we took is still carried on the wind. Every word is still voiced, echoes of our time brush against your face.
But even though we are just a breeze in the wind. We can still touch upon that imprint. Showing that even though were no longer here. you breath in our memory.
Each footstep heard as though it is the only human imprint On a land left unmarked by our presence The stillness in the air as if wind did not exist I gaze upon a frozen lake far and wide with nothing but ice A white dusting like that of icing sugar on a cake for a topping Covering imperfections caused by occasional crags bursting forth Mother Nature showing she has been here Birds wisp before me, displaying her colorful art A robin and its orange belly, a red cardinal, a blue jay Birds chirping to a rhythmic tune interrupted by The hoot of an owl or a woodpecker hard at work Amidst this display footprints leave a puzzle to be solved Deer and wild turkey presence is easily identified But what of those others, may they be fox, wolf or coyote Are they nearby watching or on a distant foray Moving between trees eyes ahead the cracking of branches A signal to all ahead of my progress An invader to be respected Each step forward deeper into an array of trees Maples, oaks, cedar, poplar, elm, pine, spruce A cornucopia of height, width and breadth Deeper into the forest I move alone-ness envelopes me Yet this is where I find serenity Amongst those not of my species Alone but not lonely
This is where it all began, This will never go away. The imprint sticks through, for those who still care. The reflection of the wrong sides, which reminds the reason. it was what it was ticking, the weather of this season.
There are those you meet You've never laid eyes on them before But you feel that you've always Been listening to their song Their banter Hearts that split you open And throw you off your own Imprint And you start to wonder If from now on This ink is permanent And when you start To fall into their eyes You feel like you could Trust your life to them You don't know why It's not logical And your mind starts;
"This isn't real They're just like everyone else"
Still you feel their feet tapping Inside your skin And their hands brushing away Your issues And your tissues tingle And don't give a **** Because it's such a perfect Moment Where the air is thin And cool and sharp And cuts like a laser Right to where there's Nothing but this And you find yourself Wanting to be everything That they are Whilst at the same time Knowing you already are And you can't decide Which is more beautiful Their bone structure Or Their quirky knee-hopping And you know for now It's a perfect, transparent Irreplaceable moment When you want for nothing more.
The guileless feeling of innocent heart space......the frequency of human beings when they resonate, the limitless variations of love in all it's magical forms...The freedom of unconditional love