Time in the storm

You could see her, her body was there, but her mind- it was in another place, in a different time. She had a soul that spanned the age of time. She never quite saw the world in the same way as others did. Colors of the rainbow coursed through her veins and beauty and art were ingrained in the very fibers of her being. Her soul sang a symphony of love and her movements spoke clearly of her relationship with time and space. Her mind was a sharp as a katana and as broad as the oceans, yet it seemed to always be in a million places at once. She was living poetry.

He was a storm, dark and tumultuous. He felt the chaos of the things he could not control, yet he could never seem to let them go despite the utter destruction they brought to his world. He was strong, and dedicated to his place. From the outside, you could see the delicate but certain beauty that from the inside was much too unfathomable to believe. But, if you paid attention, there was purpose and intention that mingled with care and concern. The storm, by design, is perfect, but the storm couldn’t know that.

She, not ever really expecting much of anything, wandered into the storm. They collided, and for a wondrous moment there was a spectacular display of peace in the storm.

Like any one who happens upon a storm, she was rebounded. The storm tossed her out of his reach. But she was changed. She was drawn to it, like a magnet, she felt it’s pull. In time, she would visit him again and again. She came to be close with the storm. For in the storm, she saw the beauty in the chaos. She could see that destruction birthed renewal, and that in the future there could be peace and happiness. She grew to love the storm.

Her storm was never easy. It would push her, and bend her. He would bowl her over, and make a mess of her. He would blow her in directions she never saw herself going in, and inspired her to want things she’d never dreamed of. The storm made her stronger, taught her to grow. He stretched her to new limits. Her storm, he ruined her.

But she would always love her storm, for all that he was- both beautiful and terrible, destructive and creative. And, anyway, she loves to dance in the rain.

When he breathed... she felt it.

She laid down with her arms stretched out beside her and her shadow reached from one end of the horizon to the other. She was a part of the earth and the earth was a part of her. She felt the stars swirling through her veins as she laid beneath the night sky. From moon-rise to sunset she set her soul free to wander through the world around her like the wind runs through the trees. In her eyes were swirling galexies, with depth beyond fathom and more to discover than any one looker could imagine. Every word that passed her lips held the weight of every lifetime before now and settled on the ear as lightly as the promise of every lifetime that should follow. She was a magical thing. She could not simply be contained between four walls, for she needed to be able to feel and smell, hear and taste, and see every part of everything with in her orbit. She was star dust brought to life... and she loved him.

9/25 comes once a year... love, 10 years later

I remembered you today. Its not like remembering you 8 years ago, and that much less like remembering you 9 years ago. I remember today only the idea of you. What I think of now is how I wish you were here to share an experience, but I can no longer fathom how you would respond to that experience. I think of you now and wonder who you would be now. If you'd still be insane, musing about everything but never doing anything, or if you'd be different, if you'd have grown, changed... I sometimes wonder.

Old friend

Im not leaving you, but I cant chase you any further. Know that if you should ever need me in the future I'll still be where you've always found me. My heart and my mind haven't changed but distance has already spread me too thin and I cant send another piece of my heart to one more place where I cant reach it.

Here's the thing- Im unfit, for every other man, they just arent you. But you are wasting me. My experiences, my care, my time are running out... as are yours. Every day we lose another 24 hours of moments that could be beautiful and great and ours.

Now, I understand that I'm not the typical idea of perfection, but I know that I would be perfect for you. You say that you are broken, bad, a failure. I happen to be the person who can make things better. I have been tempered by life and made to be strong. The rest, it's too fluid to get hung up on.

So, Lover, please take all the time you need. But please, dont take too long. If it feels good at arms length, just imagine how it could feel if you held me in them.

Beautifully broken

I know sometimes you can fall apart.

I can hold you together.
I'll pull the pieces in place.
If you let me, I can be the glue that'll keep you whole.

I know sometimes your mind goes spinning.

I can be your center point.
I'll be the constant in your world.
If you let me, I can be the hand to keep you steady.

I know sometimes you cant see the big picture.

I can shine light in your dark.
I'll be your eyes and remind you of where the beauty lies in your storm.
If you let me, I can help you paint a new picture.

I know sometimes you can get scared.

I can be the place where you are safe.
I'll give you my time and take the time to see you as you are.
If you let me, I'll try to teach you to love yourself the way that I do.

Always

When all is well in the world,
when the sun is shining,
and life makes sense,
I will always want you.

When the water's rising around you,
when the clouds are rolling in,
and you feel like the walls are closing in,
Still, I will always want you.

When the storm's set in,
when you can't see out of the void,
and you've seen the bottom of more bottles than you're willing to admit,
even then, I will always want you.

When you are ready to SOS for the boat
when you're tired of treading water
and you're reaching out for help
through everything, I will always want you.

Get to you

I wish I knew how to push your buttons,
the good kind
appeal to your animal nature
lure you in with carnal suggestion.

In my dreams the days are spent doing life,
but when the sun goes down-
The nights are spent in tactile exploration.
Scorching and unbridled and intoxicating.

I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want and how
I want to feel you take it like you knew it was already yours in the first place.
I want see you lose yourself again and again

Baby, won't you let me get to you?