Will I ever find you?
impeccable moment
Of quiet song
Of silent breeze
With abundant, casual tones of love.
Passing through, as if by routine.
I am convinced, somehow
That I knew you once.
Briefly, truly
I knew you.
evenly, you brought me to life
Guided me ever so gently into an abyss:
Unknown,
Bright, and
Transient.
Now
Piano songs reach out through speaker boxes
Only to convince me, still
That you exist.
What a shame to spend an entire life in search of you.
Only to ache with a distant comfort, that
One day, I will find you
And it will be for a second time;
a familiar encounter with a perfect day.
Of sun and a healthy garden
Of books and lush linens
Dripping with crimson shades of real, undeniable contentment.
Rooms soaked with evening sun,
Smiles coated with laughter,
And a steady, needless passing of time.
Children, a history, a woman
Carefully collected, added together, and brilliantly attached to being alive.
When I sleep at night,
I dream of you.
I wait for you
With a sharpened mind
Carefully cataloguing the days
Believing with the greatest purpose, that all of this
-this world, this randomness -
is merely a colorful, meandering stroll
to and from
the mysterious place where you are.
Until we meet again,
I resign to know you well,
Flawless moment.
These are the things that fill up the days and wholly, unexpectedly produce the framework of the next step, the next story, the next adventure. Profound or not, these are the happenings of life at twenty-something.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Reflections
To love you
Is to know the winter
With an intimacy
That cannot be escaped.
Dark skies
Heavy with clouds
And drops of rain,
Rain that tumbles
With a calculated carelessness
And crashes
With a faint and broken sound
That streaks my windows
And further darkens the night
So that when I look outside
All I can see
Is me
Looking out at myself
With sadness
Is to know the winter
With an intimacy
That cannot be escaped.
Dark skies
Heavy with clouds
And drops of rain,
Rain that tumbles
With a calculated carelessness
And crashes
With a faint and broken sound
That streaks my windows
And further darkens the night
So that when I look outside
All I can see
Is me
Looking out at myself
With sadness
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