Comparatively, I walk slowly
But in essence, I walk just slowly enough
That it could be mistaken for a relaxed stroll
And not the precisely measured steps
Of somebody who knows
The only way to get anywhere
Is to make it past the halfway mark
You’re supposed to stay the same forever
A still-frame to be recalled at will
With no knowledge of the future,
And thus, no yearnings for the past
Your frozen image lingers behind my lids
Scared to blink and lose you again
Theres a limit to how long I can evade the truth
I can no longer sustain this perpetual youth
There is an enchanted forest across the street
A mysterious haven, in a world that’s concrete
Everything’s bright, color bursts at the seams
Of images so vivid, they are found only in dreams
The only way in is a passage unknown
Except to those most willing to be shown
It is but steps away from a path well worn
Yet miles from civilization is a paradise born
In the deepest serenity, life seems ethereal
Where mother nature mends our hearts and helps our lives to heal
Tis but a fine line drawn between blurry and distinct
Between the world of traditions and that of raw instinct
A fragile alternate reality whose fate is defined by the beholder
To remain eternally sunlit or wither into something colder.
And reflect
That I find it quite soothing
But I know that I wouldn’t
If the house I lived in were any less fortified
If the whisper of the wind felt like a gust and the walls around me shook
Would I too tremble in terror?
Could I ever truly enjoy the wind while cowering behind paper thin walls?
I doubt the storm would be able to lull me to sleep
Or hold the same sway it has now
I doubt the gorgeous lightning-lit sky
Would seem more than a threat of electrocution
The soft pitter patter
Would be deafening
When perceived by the ears of the drenched
Drowning out all the peace
That I have inside of my soul
Sometimes when you can’t hear an answer
It’s because a sound was never made or needed
Because there was never a question you didn’t know the answer to
Until that one
And until you find the strength to ask it,
The answer will hover in the safe confines of my heavy heart
And in the depths of my eyes,
Waiting for you to hold them long enough to glimpse it
And flutter delicately on my lips
Begging you surreptitiously to kiss me and find out.
Laying on my back
Levitating above the pool
Or so it seems
Water floods my ear cavity
And the silence floods my mind
The only noise is now my thoughts
Threatening to drown out the beating of my heart
The clouds drift above me
As I too drift at the current’s whim
Letting my mind wander
As my body floats slowly away
The word ‘love’ is overused in today’s society
A part of the creeping conformity
Daring us to say:
“I love cheese, I love chocolate
I love pizza, I love shoes, I love books
I love shopping, I love music…”
And when, after many years practice,
The time comes for us to say the most important
“I love…” of all
It’s value has become so degraded
That our minds can’t comprehend what Love really is.