i see your face and smile the crawling aspect of my journey towards you
as a light within and thoughts to create myself in the being and becoming
of love ... as if you were myself ... a part of me ... and the longing of your
kiss like a soft rain or a cool winter’s snow and falling in love as
experience ...
i see your face that reminds me of places we have been and places long
forgotten as moments yet to be explored in the adventure of you and my
longing ... pursuant to dreams that create the waking of myself ...
as if I idealized an objectivity ...
in the construct of words and language to express meaning and the desire
to feel ...
the subjectivity of my experience is a lie ... a lie i tell myself to be alone
in the waking of me to you and why i don’t ask you where you are when
i feel you always ...
that details itself cannot express the waking ... and all i am left with
is a metaphor ... in the absence of the real ...
as if words could explain it ... or express the sometimes feelings of an
immensity ... in the desire for a design of magical wandering and wonder
and the new ... in the bright eyed wide open feelings of the new ...
a new morning ... each day the waking into a future ... as something to
forget the past not as denial but as the un-necessary ... to remember things
as much as the contradiciton of what i feel ... in the contradiciton of love
so i will express the contradiction of myself and enjoy the seeming conflict
of my emotions ... in the love to be with you and the emptines of being
without ... as something all too human
as a light within and thoughts to create myself in the being and becoming
of love ... as if you were myself ... a part of me ... and the longing of your
kiss like a soft rain or a cool winter’s snow and falling in love as
experience ...
i see your face that reminds me of places we have been and places long
forgotten as moments yet to be explored in the adventure of you and my
longing ... pursuant to dreams that create the waking of myself ...
as if I idealized an objectivity ...
in the construct of words and language to express meaning and the desire
to feel ...
the subjectivity of my experience is a lie ... a lie i tell myself to be alone
in the waking of me to you and why i don’t ask you where you are when
i feel you always ...
that details itself cannot express the waking ... and all i am left with
is a metaphor ... in the absence of the real ...
as if words could explain it ... or express the sometimes feelings of an
immensity ... in the desire for a design of magical wandering and wonder
and the new ... in the bright eyed wide open feelings of the new ...
a new morning ... each day the waking into a future ... as something to
forget the past not as denial but as the un-necessary ... to remember things
as much as the contradiciton of what i feel ... in the contradiciton of love
so i will express the contradiction of myself and enjoy the seeming conflict
of my emotions ... in the love to be with you and the emptines of being
without ... as something all too human
