Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
You,
broken beautiful,
precious porcelain,
Held together by gold,
Kintsugi,
Your cracks
–where the light shines through,
So that you glow,
And your halo illuminates
those who have the gift of your presence,
I had that gift
And it was,
And it is
priceless
Soul mates touch, make love,
Miles, years, and lifetimes apart
They are still, despite
In the next plane they may be together,
When things are vastly different,
When bodies have no boundaries,
And they exist as they have always suspected they should,
Outside of time and space,
They are the embodiment of pure love.
Your starlight tears me up,
And turns me on,
And makes it hard
For me not
to want my cake,
And to eat it too
The warmth melts
And opens up in me
Thoughts, emotions
I try to hold back,
But I cannot,
The want is an ache I savor,
For it is as close as I can get
to feeling your touch
You.
You are.
Your existence is not meaningless,
It has had meaning before you could ever even know,
Your actual meaning you may never fully know,
But it is there,
Others see it,
moreover feel it,
Even at a distance,
We know,
it is fully embracing,
There is more,
More meant for you,
Even when times seem endlessly void,
There is an outlet, a point, a goal,
Perhaps you have hints of it,
Or perhaps it is around a bend,
But this is not all,
Your hardship is not pointless,
You are maturing,
into the being you were meant to ripen into,
Your purpose,
your purposes may not be obvious,
now or ever to you,
Persevere,
There is a point,
There is meaning,
There is good
In the fact that
you Live.
She of Letters 