The lights dingles,
Above the head of a two
Who's in love
Who's after one another

But as the lights get dimmer
And the space grow further,
Between them

They were in love
Yet,
They fall apart

They have one mind
In history,
Politic,
Art,
Poem,
Love,
But never one mind
In priority.

He has an eye for the future,
And she,
She just long for him, in the present

They are:
The two matching puzzles,
The two pair in love,
Yet,
They are the souls that never meant to be together.

I just had an inkling...
Never felt the pulse losing,
But then I kept lying,
While it kept dying.

A slow, painful death.

Of the flower losing its petals,
Slowly, parting ways from its sepals...
Sometimes in a very vast garden, you do miss a flower or two.
Don't tend to it as you must do.
Those that now lie on the earth,
What are all they worth?
And what when the flower was in the bloom,
Bathed in warm sun, and caressed by the moon,
Mere remembrances of the life that once was,
Just another dead flower to remind all good must pass.
Now only a soft fragrance in memories,
Hoping that one little bud will again grace the nursery.

Here I stand, away from all eyes
Away from the smell of smog, away from concrete and metal.
Here I kneel, before a tree so tall and valorous.
Though it speaks and sees naught, its wisdom is vast beyond imagination.
Here it stands before me, its leaves so green shield me from from the wrathful sun.
Its tasteful fruit give me strength, the air it purifies fills me with life.

"Hail, my child. Welcome back.
What brings you all the way out here? Away from those you call friends and family?"

The tree speaks? No. From all around, this voice.
A voice so kind and caring. A voice forgotten by many, but a few will slowly remember and hear.
I come here to flee. From those I falsely call my kin.
They are not my kin. My heart tells me so, and I listen dearly to my heart.
I come here to flee from voices, to seek silence.
But your voice... I am drawn to.

"My dear child, so lost and alone.
You seek an attention so many others fail to provide.
Your heart has lead you here, where one would say attention is nonexistence.
One would be wrong to say such a thing.
Here, you are under my care."

The Earth mother.
I humbly kneel before you, for you are all around.
You are the light that illuminates the land, and you are the dark that hides the beasts.
You are the life weaved into the air, and you are the death weaved into the claws.
You are the trees that I kneel before, and you are the age that will one day take them down.

"You need not kneel before me, my child.
I do not ask for your worship.
I may be growth and age, but I do not wish to be remembered.
My work is being done, and my children thrive through life and death.
That is how it shall be."

If you do not let me kneel for worship, then let me kneel for gratitude.
In times like this, I think of you.
Of the food and water you provide, of the air you allow me to breathe.
Of the beautiful animals you care for, and the comforting tranquility your realm provides.

"My dear child, so lost and alone,
Know that while you're here, you are alone no more.
Let my vines hold you gently.
Let my embrace calm and heal you.
Can you feel the rain that seeps through the leaves?
Can you hear the streams flow through the grove?
Can you hear the woodlings sing their various songs?"

Yes... Yes I can...
I'll just lay here and close my eyes,
in your gentle cradle of vines and roots...
Here, I can rest and have peace of mind,
knowing that you will forever protect me and provide.
Here, away from from false family and friends,
But here, within your gentle, yet firm embrace.
I am not alone...
I am not alone...

The help has arrived, but they don't wear an apron or a coat.
No hats, no starch white collars.
The help came from inside of me, deep down in a place that I could not see.
The help came from a person I didn't know I was until I looked back and tapped on the glass, watching the fishes dart back and forth.
The help loves me, the help wants to see me succeed.
I was always the help. I was always the key.
If you look deep inside, and crawl around on your hands and knees... The help is inside of you, too.
Set yourself free.

There are a lot of answers I want,
But no questions I'm willing to ask.

There are a lot of things I want to say,
But none that I will.





The painful restraints shackle my wrists,
Yet I accept them with glee.

For the first time, I understand,
Some words lay better unsaid.

Some questions,
Better unasked.

To this moment I restrain myself,
Not in reluctance.

To this moment,
I learn the truth of patience.

To this memory,
I hold my tongue to not taint the skies that sail behind me.

To this one,
I stay my mind,

To save you the pain.

~Robert van Lingen