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
As I walk in the cold night the snow gently passes my sight. It falls. I breathe in. Exhale out. The visibility of my air carries my gaze just past the darkness. I watch it disappear with all illusion.
“hush”
I follow my step easily. I catch my thoughts dancing. There. A hint of magic. The stars visible as the snow. Dark and moonless is the night. There a hint of remembrance.
“shhh”
The wind whispers its cold voice. Cold and ignored. Ignored and misunderstood.
“Listen”
It whispers…
“See”
It calls…
Here is the magic I yearn for. yet palpable it is not. I wish to hold it in my hand. I wish to smell its sweet reality. Taste its magnificence. This is not it.
Oh but it is… you can not hold it… you can not smell nor taste it… but you can feel it
With that it ended. Within that moment of awareness. The moment the vapor mingled with the darkness of the night. That… and the blink of an eye. Reality changes into illusion once again.
Sweet darkness hold your magic close. For I shall return for it on another glimpse. I can feel it. ~enreal
When I remember to remember the ache creeps in. So easy is it to push aside dreams and in turn head towards a given reality.
When I remember to remember a shadow is thrown. So easy is it to run with the sun and leave behind the darkness in silence.
When I remember to remember the silence breaks. So easy is it to listen to breath and the constant rhythm of the heart.
It beats
I breathe
I cast shadows
I walk the path blind
Yet when I remember to remember
When I choose to not forget. I know.
It is not so easy to escape that which comes from within. Blinding yourself. Ignoring the ache. When I remember to remember I feel sad.
Perhaps I shall forget this too.
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
The world awaits a new tale… filled with wonderment and life… visions and strife… the world awaits a new hero, a new world, a new time… every second one is born, another one dies.
I sit and read tales told through countless lifetimes. I fly through my mind. As I read the words they lose their shape and become landscapes of thought.
The story teller paints on the canvas of veiled sight. Whispering thoughts and watching them blossom. Watching them flow on the river of words until abstract becomes understood and understanding becomes reason for the listener. They tell yet always see in plain sight.
I sit and listen to the voice of the teller. Hearing the words and entering their minds. I fly.
Turning I see them. I hear the words they spoke as they wrote and they dreamed.
I saw them fly.
Eternal be the words, eternal be the thoughts, they remain for eternity. Infinitely flowing through minds. They live forever as others die.
Words. Thoughts. Voices. Memories. Dreams. Visions. Emotions. Created. Destroyed. Transformed. Interpreted. Saved. Deleted.
The voice of the story teller lives and is spoken through time.
As they whisper you can hear their true voice
As you listen you can see them fly
Turn and hear me.
See me. Telling you a tale.
Can you see me fly?
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
Journals Of Enreal 