His hand is stretched to me and
People move their steps in a deaf rush around us on the streets growing towards the world’s oldest sky,
I run through their veins in aloneness, strangers’ perfection when night sets on the edges of the light he has brought for me,
It rains in skylines of solitude under our touch, all lost, wet and eternal, the offerings on his altar,
Words of lives apart, awareness and days in the sun, the offerings on mine,
then and there, for the times that had passed and none
For the ones to come.
I breathe him in on the edge of thin air
His shoulders arch in the proud symmetry of gods
breaking the world’s noise into creation
His skies turn silent with storms
As that thrilling melody runs throught the universe
Through his veins and
There’s space between our hands now
Because our eyes are opened into the force that births us endlessly
And gives meaning to time.
I dreamt I dived into the darkest oceans and heard the whales cry,
I flew over the tallest peaks and saw the stones crumble,
I dreamt I was more light than the dream of dreams and it still weigh me down onto her street, at her door,
on my knees, with my head on her chest…
In her words.
“I wish I could take the pain away…”
And that was peace.
As we’ve been
Inside of each other
On a deserted street under our waters,
I came back, in your words,
Unborn and untouched,
On the pages of your second unfinished journal.
I stirred the sun into orange waves with a pale
You grabbed my wrist,
The unfinished thoughts of you
In a memory of Vincent’s desperate dream
Of the years of a life
At the same window,
So I’d know how to find the way
With a star in my
At the end of a hopeless dark road
I entered the quiet place between his ancient walls. All my fears screamed on the tips of my hair but stayed behind… the memory of a time of peace embraced me with its serenity.
His hands were sculpting stone into endless jewelry.
I stood in the flowing of a timeless time and forgot the shape of my words as my eyes caressed his long hair, his skin, his eyes the color of the universe that rose up to me.
I forgot to breathe as colors faded into the only picture of heaven my story teller had told me about, a suspended place where souls without a shape recognized eachother.
I dived into his peace as if I was swimming with dolphins in the oceans of the world again.
He stretched his hand and put it around my neck. He said that it was not water that I was searching for. He said it was fire.
His fingers moved lightly on my skin and through my careless hair,
He said I had wings and that there had been a time when I didn’t fear heights and the depths that people feared had been my freedom. He said that within that I had had my peace.
I felt his heat as he put a story around my neck and told me to fly.
I walked back into that flowing, back into the dark road and my words, colors, my breath, they all returned to me and a big fire was burning lighting up the way.
In it, I heard my fears moaning in a voice I could no longer recognize.
I met a child on the ocean cliff
With eyes of sky
And when he asked me if I was happy
I saw me in the mirror of the time
When I thought that I had found
I have never been closer to you than I was when my feet touched the white gold of the horizon line
I went and sat in the middle of the ocean that has always stood between us
I stripped myself of all I ever wanted, dreamt or wished for
I let go of all my words between the gentle sounds of the waves
I opened my eyes and there was nothing around me but the skies of paradise
As I have pictured them time and time again in your eyes
And all I could see as far as they stretched