i wanted to write you a poem today 'cause i missed your voice but it came back beautifully on time quiet though confident calm & curious i passed the day dreaming of passing Time in the Field of Reeds some day i imagined the jewel-tones of the eyes of your Astral Form, the precious minerals chosen by the Gods to be your Soul's new Cloak. you appeared first in Gold like Ra, like on the River. but as you came closer, i realized i wanted to embrace what still remains tough, rough about you, & suddenly i felt the steadiness of oak beneath my hands, the natural scratches of the feel of wood that's braved wind & rain for longer than even Forest-Keepers of Time will tell. the curves of endurance's carvings i run the tips of my fingers through gently. i don't know if you've been touched here. i do not feel you afraid. in this Realm, i rejoice, you do not flinch or flee. how much longer 'til you read the letters of my love & skip with glee? here in the place, on the planet, where troubles still rumble & tears & bombs still rain. my love, i feel for you as at the ends of the Earth, willing & waiting for you while i work to ease MindWaters thank you for seeing my Sea, for chasing once-forbidden Thought-Horizons with me. May our Straights never cease to find & seek the mouth-sources of our Selves in the sight of Seshat, may our meeting-waters flower the Field-Place of our communion let us take each other's hand, then finally, freely ready to run.
Discussion about this post
No posts