"Now she’s in me…."
I had a dream that was you and I and we stood there and watched the light shimmer off the belly of the clouds while the darkness lingered just beyond the glow, held back by the refusal to die. I was the intensity, the burning flames that consumed everything in the desire for more. More experience, more knowledge, more knowing not having. There had to always be more. Intensity different in that it was not pounding, there was no calm between blows like the waves around us. This is the way I lived and pulled you with me, into it, drowning in it while I burned harder.
You were the balance, the thing that would not burn, the world that was not to be conquered because you were not made for that. You were made to be the light that did not burn out, the thing that no knowledge or experience ever outlasted or overwhelmed. The bell sounding in the silent darkness to remind of the world beyond the one that I filled myself with.
Dreams and passion share the same lines from time to time and so they went, traveling together in a space independent of mine until the tracks shimmered away in the distance of a moment that was beyond view. Seeing with neither mind nor soul this was to become a memory and it would linger in the linings of the clouds and summer evenings in that world that was left behind.
It changes everything that world, for it is no one man, it is no one thing and it lends itself to no one. It makes you now, it has become a creature onto itself whose borders lie just at the edge of the darkness where we stood. Only experience could teach the lesson, nothing burns longer than its lights. Drawn into its heart your hand never reached that far and was not meant too. The flames touched you and burned you, turning to ash everything that hid you from the lights so that in its glare you became merely another observer. Stripped and scarred and running, running.
Now again standing, watching the clouds slip by towards the lights I stand in the darkness wiser. I do not tempt the beast as I tempt your fate. It still holds you, burning you with what it knows, with what was. It never tells but it never forgets and if we dare to tread its ground it reminds us with every step that it owns that part, it owns us just as we owned each other in that time. Search for meaning in words spoken and read by others who cannot recall. There is no communication for those moments, they are yours and yours alone, the pleasure and the pain to carry and bury and share in the silence of the stars.
You were the balance, the thing that would not burn, the world that was not to be conquered because you were not made for that. You were made to be the light that did not burn out, the thing that no knowledge or experience ever outlasted or overwhelmed. The bell sounding in the silent darkness to remind of the world beyond the one that I filled myself with.
Dreams and passion share the same lines from time to time and so they went, traveling together in a space independent of mine until the tracks shimmered away in the distance of a moment that was beyond view. Seeing with neither mind nor soul this was to become a memory and it would linger in the linings of the clouds and summer evenings in that world that was left behind.
It changes everything that world, for it is no one man, it is no one thing and it lends itself to no one. It makes you now, it has become a creature onto itself whose borders lie just at the edge of the darkness where we stood. Only experience could teach the lesson, nothing burns longer than its lights. Drawn into its heart your hand never reached that far and was not meant too. The flames touched you and burned you, turning to ash everything that hid you from the lights so that in its glare you became merely another observer. Stripped and scarred and running, running.
Now again standing, watching the clouds slip by towards the lights I stand in the darkness wiser. I do not tempt the beast as I tempt your fate. It still holds you, burning you with what it knows, with what was. It never tells but it never forgets and if we dare to tread its ground it reminds us with every step that it owns that part, it owns us just as we owned each other in that time. Search for meaning in words spoken and read by others who cannot recall. There is no communication for those moments, they are yours and yours alone, the pleasure and the pain to carry and bury and share in the silence of the stars.