Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Ne Me Quitte Pas

He had already left and there were no more tears to betray her hidden emotion. There would be no more waiting or hoping. She did not cave over from the piercing that penetrated her heart. Her breath shallow near absent. She placed the phone at the base of the bed and walked out onto the endless possibilities of her life. There on the ledge of her death and birth she whispered "Ne Me Quitte Pas" as she held tight to the night. In the midst of unbareable silence she heard a soft knocking then the opening of the front door. She listened for the traveling of footsteps but detected none. She turned her back but Courage whispered "face it". She failed to move Courage whispered "face it". The wind restless touched her, gently tugged causing her to look over her right shoulder. There as if her mother gaped open breathing hard, she saw herself whole, complete and loved.

Monday, August 03, 2009

Deep Waters (hear the song)

Her love was....
always in that place where they merged
she open and vast
invasive whispers held tight to the sounds made
strumming mirrors reflect the yearning that walked in
reachning for anything and everything that space made no room
for in places defined as logic
mositure gathered to affirm the living
this place boundless
peeling back skin of moments spent
to never be more than what is
duality searching for where one ends and the other begins
submerged in liquid air.... breathing
wind waiting to be acknowledged as visible
her love was