A vortex that sits hidden in the shadows in that tiny pocket of time between my dawn and your high moon. Your world silenced by the darkness, engulfed in the night. Only lovers or thieves can be found in this twilight hour as my sun reaches her fingers into the sky, thieves scuttle home and lovers collapse into each others arms. This is the moment when time pauses. A vortex in the shadows where we should meet. Defeat as emptiness takes hold and you close your eyes beneath an illuminated sky, defeat as the suns rays sprinkle into my world. The emptiness of a black hole of time, where the grains continue to fall, slowly, each grain a lifetime of need.
There are oceans between us
to large to comprehend,
Your sun sets as mine begins to rise
and rises as it sets before my eyes.
Eternity is written in those warming
skies, as Shepard’s all decree their delight at this divinely sent sight.
I watch the ticking clock
For no man time will stop
With each tick I am lost
searching for you in every tock.
The ocean kisses my soul
Caresses my soles
in tender thoughts of a lovers role
collecting the last pieces of my
heart you stole,
Such a vast space, yet I feel so whole
and I wonder do you know.
And still time slips through the veil
of glass, grain upon memory they sail
through intimate atoms, no fail,
treading barefoot through a destined trail.
For a brief moment we share time
in a timeless loop of yours and mine.
Darkness shrouds us in our minds
as the last whispers of pink turn to shrine
and our souls traverse till they find
eyes of love from a soul of their kind
And for a brief moment we share time.
I’m learning to hate the distance between us
Seconds feel like hours and hours feel like days
A moment without your sensual haze
Is like an eternity living among Satan’s dust.
My essence patiently waits for times play
for your essence to quench my lust.
If seconds were miles you’d be only hours from me and kisses would be promises made sealed on lips made of love and eyes spiraling into the oceans depths of always.
If the ocean were only a puddle I’d wait bare foot in warm springs, mist carrying to me your smile on passions embrace our laughter dancing between the falling drops of time.
If time were linear and this dimension melded with another I would hand pick our time lines crossing our paths in ferocious braids, braids braiding into braids.
If loves true divinity is the marking of our spirits chaos, cyclonic
grains of sand will slip through oceans neck into the palms of open hands sealing dreams of old, paving dreams of new.
And if the miles were seconds I’d own your kisses, if the oceans were puddles you’d taste my laughter, if time were linear and dimensions crossed our paths…
But they are… entwined and in moments blessed the miles disperse into split atoms caressing the curve of my hip on your tongue as kisses taste of a love divine…
For our souls know nothing of miles only beats within the chest, fluttering rapidly.
Our souls know nothing of oceans or falling rain just the shared essence of hope. And perhaps deep within our psyche we are learning spiritual truths
on the unseen essence of love.