Alas, muse returned...
Alas,
again, my muse.
You are that you see.
You cant you see? Probably not. Probably never occurred to you could be, but all the same it is the position I put you in.
Not your choice you know. You can't even object, there is no permission asked, no permission granted. It will still be you.
Alas, my muse.
You are that clan descent lighted window, deep in the forest dark. That thought of a home returned to since winning far away battles lasting an eon. That spray of moisture after a thousand years of thirst. That sparkle in the eyes of an amazed child. That color of a blood red rose, whose secret, can only be told by our maker.
He is that warm hand and tender caress of a remembered love. He is that face of comfort in a room of a million faceless scars. He is that hope of love that has been promised. The one I live with, the one I sleep with every single night of every single week of every single month of every single year. The one I can not breathe without. The one that I would kill for. He is that sweet silent breath in me, that commanding hand that calms my stormy seas the man that carries the secret I have never told, he is my life, forever.
But you, my muse. I will always grasp for you. I will always seek you out; I will walk along that long dark road, in the middle of the night, to just be enveloped by your light. You walk between raindrops and light afire to my brain. Alas, my muse. You are like a taste of fine wine left upon bruised lips from a stolen kiss.
…remembrances’…. When you were gone
XJTMX
Summer of ‘01
I sit melting into this chair, eyes closed, not just knowing you are gone but feeling it. You as the blue light trailing off our course, from our hard worn path. Oddly enough I don't feel completely and utterly alone in this un-crowded wood. I still can't accept that I must let you go. To let us die. I know I will be lost without you, standing and shaking with eagerness, in the forest, loving the trees but, missing you as the wind in the leaves. My brain screaming for you to come get me. Take me away. I loved that moment when we were free-floating. Like something not quite so grounded. A place undiscovered by stone. I never thought I was the kind of person who needed a hero to feel complete. I thought you should love the person you created in me but, I know that there is never going to be a way. I am weary from this flame in my heart, tossing and turning, fighting the night, hiding from the moon. What would you say if I told you he has stumbled upon that what you have made in me, with trembling hands, holding tightly? Have I betrayed you? Too late now and I hate that you were right. What would you say if I called upon you now? Will she answer your door?
again, my muse.
You are that you see.
You cant you see? Probably not. Probably never occurred to you could be, but all the same it is the position I put you in.
Not your choice you know. You can't even object, there is no permission asked, no permission granted. It will still be you.
Alas, my muse.
You are that clan descent lighted window, deep in the forest dark. That thought of a home returned to since winning far away battles lasting an eon. That spray of moisture after a thousand years of thirst. That sparkle in the eyes of an amazed child. That color of a blood red rose, whose secret, can only be told by our maker.
He is that warm hand and tender caress of a remembered love. He is that face of comfort in a room of a million faceless scars. He is that hope of love that has been promised. The one I live with, the one I sleep with every single night of every single week of every single month of every single year. The one I can not breathe without. The one that I would kill for. He is that sweet silent breath in me, that commanding hand that calms my stormy seas the man that carries the secret I have never told, he is my life, forever.
But you, my muse. I will always grasp for you. I will always seek you out; I will walk along that long dark road, in the middle of the night, to just be enveloped by your light. You walk between raindrops and light afire to my brain. Alas, my muse. You are like a taste of fine wine left upon bruised lips from a stolen kiss.
…remembrances’…. When you were gone
XJTMX
Summer of ‘01
I sit melting into this chair, eyes closed, not just knowing you are gone but feeling it. You as the blue light trailing off our course, from our hard worn path. Oddly enough I don't feel completely and utterly alone in this un-crowded wood. I still can't accept that I must let you go. To let us die. I know I will be lost without you, standing and shaking with eagerness, in the forest, loving the trees but, missing you as the wind in the leaves. My brain screaming for you to come get me. Take me away. I loved that moment when we were free-floating. Like something not quite so grounded. A place undiscovered by stone. I never thought I was the kind of person who needed a hero to feel complete. I thought you should love the person you created in me but, I know that there is never going to be a way. I am weary from this flame in my heart, tossing and turning, fighting the night, hiding from the moon. What would you say if I told you he has stumbled upon that what you have made in me, with trembling hands, holding tightly? Have I betrayed you? Too late now and I hate that you were right. What would you say if I called upon you now? Will she answer your door?