Salty, stinging tears filling eyes Bursting forth in a cascade of aesthetic emotion Cathartically flushing a wounded heart which lies in pieces at your feet
As light enters the dull, dim coffin of my mind and the sobs of agony subside, a strange sense of peace befalls my being and I am again calm Knowing It is finished
The power of touch One stroke of a hand infusing energy into a worn-down body Shooting through veins A much needed euphoria producing drug The simplicity of the act yielding results Impossible to gauge the enormity of the action Yet infrequently used As if too personal Invading another’s space When sometimes the silent cry from within must be heard The humanity of action to supersede the insanity of what we have become
Today I dream staring at the mirror lake I watch as a family of eider duck scores the glass surface The serenity of movement in contrast to the laboring below
Wishing for that same veneer of self confidence While inside quaking with fright To project one side while experiencing the other The distinction seemingly imperceptible
My eyes look to the drifting clouds Where faces are formed in the constant motion Colors changing predicting the inevitability of rainfall ready to release
Continuing my reverie to the soft green hillsides where I imagine the Purple heather blanketing the gentle slopes dotted with wild bushes of golden gorse
Lost in the beauty of the scene Feeling peaceful The elements filling me with inspiration and hope As always I find answers in my dreams
Exhausted from treading the uneven ground that is you I step back into black shadows Craving anonymity and peace Fatigued from sparring and exchanging elevated vocabulary Scratching and clawing at the remnants of our life An escape merely a detour Wishing for better fortune Avoiding more conflict Yet ultimately surrendering to the unseen enemy For love is a battlefield
