Resolution
the feeling of freedom
from a constant thought
or reality
I burned them
walking calmly to the box
I removed them
without another thought
I stepped to the fire
one
by
one
I cast the memories in
The other life
There is no room here for them
they do not belong here
just as I have never
belonged
been wanted
or accepted
THERE
It is gone
and now I am free t
cast my thoughts
to the stars
and Be

I was there
in the world of
hate
discust
abandonment
and lies.
He was there
a man of care
understanding
safety
and dreams
To be back in the world
if only for an hour
there is no question
where the sickness came from
All of those vampires
with their tentacle stare
couldn't help themselves
when they were tempted
with my beautiful air.
To be put back
into the world I escaped
was a fate worse than death
And for my man of the light
to be a villain of the night
was something even worse still.
That looming presence
of someone there that is gone
was what morphed my sweet dream
into the nightmare
And for his light to be
snuffed out
with nothing left to illuminate
save their reflection.
That was all he was
in that moment
was a mirror
reflecting the life
the world
the time
that I so grudgingly deny
but so fearfully remember.
The time
when nothing was real
and everything was wrong.
I couldn't bare to go back
so he went instead...
There he embodied
all of the pain that was
and cast it back at me
so that I would never return.

I met him today
At first he was distant,
nothing but darkness
Then he walked slowly
over the hills
That was when he saw me.
Benevolent bursts of love,
affection
adoration
warmth...
I was engulfed with his presence.
All that was left was to give in,
to run to him and cry.
Whither away to nothing in his arms
only ro be born again as a child,
innocent and ignorant to anything
less than this celestial being
holding me
encapsulating me
keeping me safe,
at last.
I am home Father,
raise me up to be as stunning as you,
with your kind face,
and your sun beam hair.

The dance of the souls is something eternal,
Never ending and unclear of when it started.
Beauty in the knowing that two souls can share a harmony,
to be on the same plain at the same Time,
to carry out their dreams together.

Come with me,
to a land so far away from this.
Travel into the mountains with me,
meditate on rocks,
hunt for crystal gardens
and find the gnome villages.
Sleep beneath the stars with me,
and wake to the Father wising.
Let us play as children do,
with no recognition of anything other than
this
here
Now.
Time is eternal for those who live outside of it,
that surf the edges
who disregard it.
Let us play with the Time Keepers,
I hear they get lonely.

Let us make a world of our own,
never upon the basis of 'should'
I want to climb the highest tree,
taste the strangest food,
explore the deepest of caves.
You can too,
if you only make the Time.

Brown eyes,
the caster of my dreams
I've seen you before,
in the space between dreams and memories.
A distant face in the crowd of passerby
too beautiful to forget,
not enough time to remember.
Have we met?
Loved?
Touched?
Tell me in words my thoughts I cannot pronounce.
Weave the web of dreams that we can
line in
love in
BE in
The beauty of your soul is but a reflection of my own.
Where are you now my love,
my caster of dreams
The divines have intertwined our lives,
our universe
We are ONE.
Are you near my love,
have you entered this plain of being,
or are you still trapped within the in-between?
Who was I in the dreams on the dream maker.
What was my impact,
my divine.

Crisp clean enlightenment rushes over my body
The things I once knew are but a distant silhouette within the winds of my past.
A swirling vortex of human consciousness is unfolding and refolding within itself before me,
It is time to come home
a voice whispers from within.
I step to the edge of the cliff
I leap.
Going into a free fall,
Billows of emotion rushing past me,
hitting my mind with the force of a million bricks.
Memories of the other world,
of Their world.
I continue to fall,
the stress of the other variables intertwined with the equations of my life are quickly diminishing.
The guilt of wanting something more turning into dust that coats my body.
I slip weightlessly into the clear waters of salvation,
washing from my body the grime of the day before
awaiting the renewal of the day to come.
My obligations to others and the sins committed to my soul are washed down the stream
I emerge anew.
This is my birth right
my bliss
my Shangri-La
I am home, at last.