No sleep no
Sleep no sleep
How can you love me
I understand me not
No no no no so it goes
On on on the hours pass by
Alone alone alone fall fall
Almost like we fight while smiling
Or maybe you are water
Moving easily around the obstacles I throw
These humpty dumpty beats of my heart
Looking for a certain grin
From far away and long ago
Was it sounding wobbled flautists
Curling notes back from core notes peeled
Like boiled eggs never hatched
Go go go swaying away
Like the old fashioned ladies stalking flower pots
Beats beats beats this fist of flesh with every
Word word word swaying today
Gone gone gone staccato stately slide
In a gliding road winding forwards always
Here here here is where is was all erased
Whisper softly those words
They terrify me more than death
Love means you suffer
Until the words
Words words words of this day eight years ago
Were finally fulfilled
…there is not as much time for writing or thinking things in depth. Yet sometimes something beautiful happens and you hear from a special person you wanted to talk to for a long long time.
Some people are soul mates.
Not from male/female passion or even lust but from something past the human ability to give a name to and trying to find a word is like trying to find a single charmed quark in the whole of the known universe. You don’t know why you love them so much you only know you do love them and if there were words big enough you would use them but all you want to do is just grab that person and hug them tight and never let go; not so the action can lead to sex but so you can try to become one person with that person, like a Vulcan mind-meld.
If you are blessed you get one in a life time but if you are really blessed you meet them more than once wearing more than one face. The faces are not ‘traditionally beautiful’ they have the beauty that surpasses that of mere mortals and transcends into the ‘awe-inspiring.’
I see a bird in flight on one face. A bird like a hawk with eyes like a galaxy in the dark and a smile whose signature is joy…on another face I see the eyes of a wise man who lived a 1000 years and the mien of earth, like mountains, with a mind that spans the world and all that is in it…on another face I see the naughty angel who fights an inner jihad much like my own and I see eyes like the part of the sky that has only the faintest stars in a sea of mysterious black on a canvas as fair as cream on feet that pose like a cat poised to strike. Inexplicably I love them almost as much as I love myself. They joined the pantheon of great souls in my life with the golden eyes that shine sun on me and with the deep, curly voice that is like a coiled snake that guards my heart…
…These are loves past human comprehension. Not the love of family only although some are ‘family’ and not the love of brother or sister although some have that role with me…
There is love in this world that thrills to a mere presence, a knowledge that someone is there with you even if it is only in spirit.
How can I be sad when I have been showered with this much beauty to behold in my life?