If I choose to stay,
Would you wait
Would you walk with me?
If I don’t
Would you go
Would you meet me some day
Would you remember
Or will I forget
As hours turn to days
Days turn to Months
And months to years
If I forget
Will you remind me?
Shall we set a date?
Perhaps an open invitation…
Perhaps you shall take me home…
So I shall not worry
I shall not forget
No set time
We shall know
We shall have our walk…
One day,
I shall not worry
It’s disconcerting how separated I have become from the stars. When once I felt them my home, my dreams. Now they shine a hollow yet beautifully radiant reminder of what I have unremembered.
What was it again..?
My mind can see heaven yet my heart has forgotten to breathe in the light. My soul reached on high… yet is it still my soul?
Is it..?
Perhaps when the time comes I shall remember. For now it seems I must wait. And yearn. A hollowing reminder. I feel its memory yet decode it I can not.
How foolish am I, for I know that waiting is the only thing time does not forgive
you travel so fast, wings beating upon the invisible threads you have woven. as you travel and laugh your song carries on. dancing with the sun.
your thoughts became the embers of fantasy and dreams, your wishes beckoned incredible things. From dust came fire and Moments.
From Ashes came clouds and Years.
shadows became fractured which formed Breaths
sorrows born together with Tears.
and happiness found within the seasons and years.
within your dawn you have created life. together maybe with what has been and forever will be Your Father
Oh time. when will the moment come of our rest. perhaps together, if you’ll have me, we shall accompany each other to a place where we can sit and watch the world. still.
perhaps maybe if time would hear my confusion. taste my thoughts. perhaps I would rest for a bit. ~enreal
What Life did you choose?
Which path was yours to take?
What lessons were yours to learn?
Have you forgiven your mistakes?
I drift into my mind… a place I often view more as reality than Life…I drift.
I acknowledge my decisions… I acknowledge and am close to acceptance.
We all have stories,
Each Life blessed and cursed.
Each Life individual yet connected.
Each Spirit more free.
Each Soul more aware.
With each Life…there is always a purpose.
Sometimes it is not present until the end…
sometimes it is not present until generations pass…
Sometimes it is ignored…
and time passes until its purpose is remembered and embraced…
We all have stories and we are the authors…
There came a place where silence ruled
Time passed slow
Light stood still.
In this place we were at home
We were boundless
We were infinite
There came a time in this place…When we had to chose a lesson…One we never faced before…
We had to continue learning
We had to continue to grow
In this time, in this place there came a calling for love…there came a calling for support…there came a calling to be the sacrifice…there came a calling to be more…
In this time and place there came a calling for pain… for empathy… for understanding…
Then in this place, in this time… it was time to leave… the time had come to share what we learned… to share what we know…
One day we will go home. Take with you your story….
Remember this time, this place
You are the author
“Listen, hear and wait. you will see” enreal
Return my companion. The one which stood near in the starless days, in the moonless nights, casting shadow in the darkest of corners, bringing concealed meaning to the words, giving mystery its hold on the defined.
Return my compatriot. For we belong of the same land, the same time, the same body, the same mind. We are of the same mission, our journey was forged side by side, of the same metal, of the same blade. Grass is grown, seeds are sewn, all in all, sadness was born.
Return my peace. The quiet which grew, the bond which we knew…
“Do not carry the world on thy shoulders, accept your sadness and it shall release”
Return that which belongs to me… for acceptance does release and empty. As the tide does come and go… its waters never leave… displaced and moved… yet still part of the sea…
My waters have evaporated, sadness has went accompanied by the tears. Emptiness is all which remains, along with eyes that cannot shed tears… yet they long for their release…
Return that which belongs to me. For I simply can not be, without that other part of me…
“It feels different, as if a weight has been lifted. Yet it was no burden upon me… I carried it freely… now my mission, my purpose has changed. Who defines happiness and normality? Who names all that should be? Who took my burden which I carried freely? Who took I from my mind? Now look at me, who am I?”
The Fall
long
fast
deep
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The Ground
hard
cold
unforgiving
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The Place
foreign
dark
unyielding
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The Time
past
future
present
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The reality
hands and knees
head bowed before thee
quiet, too broken to move
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The Touch
gently passes over my mind
softly caresses my heart
faint whispers by my ear
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The Light
so bright my eyes are forced to open
“please i want them to remained closed,
for the longer they are,
the longer i am…”
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