Alas, I cannot give to you the transcendence of celestial grace whispered on the warm sigh of the universe. I cannot make promises of eternal oneness our souls lost within the essence of same. The heavens may not be ours and the skies may never rain tears of joy for solace of our unity. I have no power to wield such fantasies, I have only the now. I cannot command the universe, I can only command my heart. I know not the frequency of existence, I know only the love I have for you. I cannot give you transcendence, for I have only the power to love. I have only love to give you. I have only love to give you. It is raw and lacks the boundaries of beauty. It is real and lacks the veil of falsities. It is love and it transcends the edge of time it wields the power of life. It is all I have. My love for you is all I have to offer.
For a fleeting moment space was mine
designed beyond sight
Vulnerability of heart, takes flight
as thought and words soon fly.
If asked, I’d sit three seats to the left
Somewhere between here and mars
I’d converse silently, just me and the stars
and declare my wishes to skies of dark.
It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.
Those twinkling lights have long known your name,
In twilight battles to drive the devil insane
I tell Selene my secrets
I’m not sure she hears and never certain it matters…
I’m not always sure anything matters Living seems only to flatter
We’re specks trying to etch our names into the infinite
spending lifetimes searching
hopelessly for the lost scent of a love we once had
And in the grander scale of things
A split division of time traversing distance, A minds inability to commute, conjures resistance, But the soul craves truth, is insistent…
Now, is a concept of time rooting us to a moment, the past as we breathe air into lungs deflating before the present has a chance to conceive Plausibly creating moment of movement, so we may believe.
But, I can map a Constellation of me to you, you to me, Measure it in miles, seconds, oceans, hours, you see? and then perceive such a chasm of space, physically.
Seven Russian dolls sitting on a shelf A vortex of reality each within themselves The past, the future, dimensions to delve.
Perception splits into uniformed understanding, Group saving elicit pedigrees of knowledge on post it notes without the sticky banding.
I perceive movement through the decaying of life, rotting atoms of time losing this fight But beauty is in the ancient, the essence of life. And rebirth calls on spring whispers, always new light.
Stack the dolls in a black hole of despair Merge linear perceptions, viewing to share, and now becomes everything, yet, never quite there. Nothing, all, void, everything… Space we now share.
Space we now share, kinetic vibrations a pendulum swings dispersing sedation Time, distance, miles and oceans have no relation, In chiming sequence of tolling bells A moments space, a moments realisation.
No distance, miles, seconds or otherwise, Just two beneath the glittered skies A moment captured, paused and stilled together, now, nothing, everything and all, Time conceptualised in beats of seconds moving hands and changing dates…
…and there between the beats I found you, here but there… Here, together through the shared sense of now… There, seconds, miles, hours and oceans. Not here, not there… But somewhere.
Some people come into our lives forever,
Some just so we may catch aglimpse of our soul.
They put us on the right path,
They’re a beacon of light on the darkest nights.
They show us the dreams that we do not see.
They say we walk the earth with the very same souls.
Each life, Each time, repeating a pattern,
repeating a crime. With each familiar echo
our soul connects. Sometimes with laughter,
sometimes with kindness, sometimes with love and
sometimes the knowledge of having it tough.
And in among the de ja vu
you discover the missing piece of you.
The mirror reflection; bits gone,
without detection. An image of your dreams
your heart, your soul. Everything new but everything,
you already knew.
The twin flame doesn’t bring Love, lust,
or salvation. A twin flame whispers in your ear,
that they are always near. No matter how far,
even the furthest star. They show you your path.
They are love that is unseen, they are the reason you dream.
They are not the missing piece, of your soul, they
are you. And they always knew, as did you.
They are the fire in your flame, listen
as they whisper your name.
They are the light that leads you into the night.
They are not the love that fills your thoughts,
they are the breath that gets caught.
Throughout our days, they say,
that our souls will meet, and filled with
heat, we will know.
Some will grow old, along by our side,
Some come along, for a glimpse at the ride,
some of them unknown,
away they do hide.
All of them
here for a moment
at our sides.