The center of time comes from thought between forward and backward balance. Moment is within me, I enlighten and ignite my present sweeping life energy through spirit with intent.
Inhale light as love and peace unite, release fire then cleanse the heart. I open like the lotus, stretching to the sun.
If I were to walk away would you watch or turn your back? If no words passed from my lips could you still understand my heart?
When I reach out for your hand will you gladly lace your fingers in mine or react as though I’ve burned you?
As I fall asleep tonight will you hold me, caress me or will you find the furthest edge of the bed?
I’ve made you dinner after work will it fill your stomach, sooth your soul?
I walked away and I thought I heard you call but silence follows me expertly as I close the door.
She filled a vial with my tears and forced me inside. Desperately I struggle, my hand reaches out of the murk Quickly I am taken, surfacing bubbles of my last breath you take for boiling water and choose to save yourself.
I am no longer in your bed but collapsed on the floor, you take no notice because I burnt your supper.
There’s a girl who I remember well, She wore long beaded necklaces and had feathers in her hair walked around without a care to weigh her down and she was the most beautiful girl I ever knew.
I met a man once who had a plan with his bright eyes and sad smile, He wandered around for a while lost in himself, lost in his words perfectly at peace in the world.
They were dreamers who never dreamed but chose to live instead. When the autumn leaves gathered in the fleeting stream and tall trees painted shadows on green canvas she packed her things and traveled as far as the land did go.
She built a boat of paper and hope inscribed on its sides Buddhist quotes and waited for low tide.
He stood on the shore waiting with paddle and oar a beacon of light in the darkness she held inside together they lived without dreams sailing beneath the moonbeams counting memories made on every star and he began to open his heart
He showed her his demons and taught her to love her own, taught her to love openly. She revealed a truth she did guard in the depths of her heart a dream she never dared to follow. As he spoke of truths and slumber they knew the days of their journey were numbered.
He woke in his bed, the curtains pulled open, the sun shone through the glass, and smiled thoughtfully about the past.
She stared in the mirror removing the feathers put away her jewelry, deciding to grow up that day.
Though the ocean pulled them apart, they cherished the memory of the paper boat with a promise to live by the quotes the once wrote.