one
one goes
one goes gently
one goes gently into
one goes gently into clouds
one goes gently into clouds of
one goes gently into clouds of rumination
ruminating clouds grow gently in one
ruminating clouds grow gently in
ruminating clouds grow gently
ruminating clouds grow
ruminating clouds
ruminating
The blade of grass between my fingertips,
stood firm until the winds came.
The river that I sat beside -
a mirror to the clear blue skies-
shivered under the command,
of the same breeze that cooled my hand.
Revelation tends,
for the souls of men.
All is tranquil within our hearts,
until Typhoeus escapes his bonds.
These arms are my olive branches
And these hands are my emissaries
They speak languages I cannot speak
And convey emotions I cannot always put into words
They have my full delegation to mediate on my behalf
To negotiate
To appreciate
To celebrate
Or to capitulate if required
They would like to think that they know you well
And they never ever tire of trying to know you better
Even as I try to sleep they are still obsessed with you
To assess you
To undress you
To caress you
To possess you is their desire
What can I say, they also know me well
It is only you who make us so inspired
They know who I love
And so they love you too, without reservation
Without hesitation
Without expectations
Often without invitation
Nor too much patience as you may have noticed!
They are naughty are they not?
These emissaries of mine
Without a doubt though, let me assure you
Your annoyance is not their intention
It is your pleasure that is their raison d’être
And for the next few nights, they’re really going to miss you!
A 3,000 mile distance, A six hour plane ride
No place to run but a 4x4 hiding container,
full of generic tampons and cheap toilet paper
Left with nothing but the truth to face
The sorrowful clouds ready to burst, eventually
emitting drops of serenity and colors of gray
Hating the past, and dreading the dismal future
of fake tears and loneliness that lie ahead
Pain, drawn closer with every eager site seen missing
Faith, diminishing faster with every breath released
The runway abruptly marks a new beginning
Hope, rushing back with every holding memory that
once was
Finally, eagerness controls most emotions that
were seemingly disturbed, and past wishes still
have some hope of becoming a reality