– • –
I found my way;
More bearable than your way.
My way has no stopwatch,
No expectant blank page,
No closed door.
My way has spaces,
Open windows,
Gaps, loops, connections, cracks.
I found my way;
My way has truth,
My way has me.
I found my way;
More bearable than your way.
My way has no checking,
No assumptions,
No answers.
My way has openings,
Uncertainty,
Opportunity, questions, choice.
I found my way;
My way has truth,
My way has me.
– • –
– • –
Soul splitting rush
Scatters truth like leaves;
Through knowing forest
Crashes boundless creation.
Insatiable rays drive
Light forward, through;
Eye beyond fathom,
Infinitely seeking.
Flames of encyclopaedic beauty
Fuse beginning to end
In limitless genesis
Of journey’s thrall.
Kaleidoscope wings
Beat in eternal space,
Thrumming awe to distant stars,
Defying essence of beyond.
Your worlds beget worlds,
Your light sparks light.
Refract my life into wonder.
Beneath our tread
At depth embed
My own roots’ roots
Spring eternal shoots
Where souls are wed
Trace single thread
Of heartsreach place
Seen in true face
Yet hungry fate
Will attenuate
Lifelong bloom
Through distance’ gloom
Way now unclear
Bring your essence near
Journey as we began
Feel my hand
–
Eternal interloper in lives of known trajectory,
Peripheral, intangible
Far-edged voyeur of friendship’s face,
Inclining then retreating
Meagre home in worlds of others,
Families conjured by their own suns
Each space a restless pause; not yet arrived,
Visitor from unknown home
Travelling beside yet never with you,
Universal passenger
Fearfully incessant voice,
Arm’s length from everywhere
That place of jostling stillness,
Place of dense emptiness
That slip of air,
Catch of entity,
Mirage of hope and love.
There I fell.
No small grace,
In that distant space;
Beyond friendly grasp.
Nor dignity framed,
As gravity claimed
My infinite flaw.
Imagined beauty,
Reckless in tangible heart,
Chinks a fragment of fate.
There I fell.
There I fall;
Always will I fall,
Free.
Free Falling by s3vendays (@ Deviant Art) http://s3vendays.deviantart.com/art/Free-Falling-34103219
Written on 4th December 2014
You are a juggernaut;
I am a dry leaf in your slipstream.
One day soon I will land,
And be crushed to powder in the breeze.
becciseaborne 