angelic insomnia: the words you speak
the words you speak are incomplete
without emotion, but not without thought
barely heard before they fade into nothing -
the mists absorbed your breath, so no steam rose from your lips,
with your pale face and eyes that swallowed me whole.
your eyes shone, with the light flowing within your soul
the early morn mist obscuring your torment.
but your torment was so real… so fierce, and it burnt inside you,
like the flames that engulfed the phoenix,
or the volcano’s rupture, freeing its suppressed fire,
or perhaps the reaching arms of the sun as it rose over our heads.
this fierceness has come of time to recede,
to return to its origin of earth
and as it returns, we stand in the light of the dawning day
it blinds our sight, for we had forgotten the day
the sounds of morn fill our ears -
our sense of touch fails us,
and our emotions overwhelm us
for we are not what we have been
what lies behind, can never return to us
for in this life, no past can exist
and in this, the fragile morn, the future calls to us
our thoughts are soft, and the present remains untouched
the mystery eludes us
it is as if time has no relevance
and all that matters is our very existence…
Written with Marantha and Loretta
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Copyright 1999
