Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
He played a song
For me,
A song he said was mine,
Written surely
For me,
He confessed,
And I saw in his eyes a tenderness,
I had not seen before,
That read of love, and hurt,
and fear,
That said he had before wept tears,
And that those had been for me,
Over me too.
Today I did a presentation
On radical love,
“A love so extreme it erases boundaries”,
Perhaps that’s what this has always been,
Because the boundaries between us are but marks on a map,
And the oceans flow into one another,
The landmasses are our sailboats,
These are not boundaries dividing us,
And even if there were we’d find a way
To connect,
Thank the stars for the internet
He always shuffles the deck,
So fast I can’t see
The cards changing places,
Were this just a game,
My heart wouldn’t race
As he sorts,
I know he will win,
He always will,
But I always play to be near, anyway.
City sky is foggy
with light and smog,
Stars are sightless,
But I am not,
I peer above the roof tops,
Knowing what I am looking for,
Evidence of the star that kept my way,
And in the city before,
The star that shines ever brighter uncluttered by urban lights,
Unfiltered,
In the rural open,
But here I seek you still,
And gaze,
determined to spy you,
Sure I will,
Here I can see you
Regardless of the forecast,
Not with my eyes,
But by my heart,
My star need not streak across the sky,
To amaze,
It is a star that moves the body
To an emotion,
With its presence,
A star that is literal and figurative,
In the same moment,
A star that reminds of how small we are,
In such a vast cosmology,
A star that reminds how close we really are,
A star that reminds how we are all made out of its dust particles,
A star that burns
over a city sky.
Is love like a spell that we must invoke,
Does it lay in waiting,
Until it’s summoned?
Does it exist around us like air,
That we breathe in and out?
Does it only reside inside us,
As a system, or pump through us like blood?
Is love alive, does it beathe, but seem stationary like a tree?
Does it have memory, history like water in the ocean?
Does love evolve, like living creatures,
Or is it static, never changing, always being?
I know love,
but I also don’t know,
Love seems to be all these by things,
In and out of us,
Love a spirit, love a diety, love a force rooted in the creation of existence,
There are so many things I don’t know about this,
But I do know
I love you,
And that love
is.
I missed this full moon,
But I felt it,
In my heart,
In my hips
In my hunger for words
From your lips,
I missed this full moon,
More importantly,
I
miss
you
She of Letters 