10 Poems: Of Love and Longing.

We will see

I can not weep for these places I have yet to see.

There contours wrap around me and invite me to descend inward and soar outward.

I am here in the hollow of my processes, in this turning sphere of trying to understand.

I am kept in a radius that can be felt with walls that I visit and touch only in my dreams.

I peer with vivid attention to what may await.

This maybe truth works to posses me, to hold me, to drown me in the glory of all it could be.

I know that I will miss the day’s sun, the all that surrounds.

Yet this lure that evades capture can only keeps growing, continuing to entrance me.

So I wait, I seek its gentle passage and heed its wordless prayer.

The reach

The coil tightened, as my breath tried to remember.

All this running, from misgivings that I conjured and disguised.

For my amour was a sign post ,that pointed to your reflection .

I escaped my lack of movement, from the clamour that was my story.

Unseen cracks and little moments buried under by vanity of my fathers.

It weighed heavy on my faces, as it seduced me into forgetting

Yet whosever kismet it may detain, there is a certainty that stops it spinning.

It is carved in the fire of my body.

It ignites my life’s eclipse.

It reaches me when I cease to be touched.

So I take this love, this love I have for you and hold it to the sky.

I listen to its voice.

I trust it with my soul.

This, my love for you.

Born into the Sun

Here I stand.

Before me a turning clock wired to a tomorrow that can not arrive, a place that is never here.

Through my window I gaze at a future, at a beginning.

I bear witness to a day, a day of circles.

I know I invited this towards us.

I watched as we fall freely and gently into our fate.

My tension melts, I accept and I land.

I am on this other side of my anxious gasps, my disguised panic.

Revealed is an ending that I have seen before.

I can feel it, even reach with my breath and hold to my heart

In it we are free, together, unencumbered by the weight of answers.

At home, no wanting of thoughts and things