To be loved is to be seen,
To be felt, to be touched, to be...
Love is many things,
But at some point the lines blur
For what love is
Versus what it isn't.
Moments brief, but potent
Misleading notions
Misconstrued misconception
All waved into motion.
What once was brash
Brimmed with thrall
Is now still & motionless.
Nothingness upon nothing
Weeping upon the wept,
And lacking none but depth.
Did I dream the line-
Did I somehow mix the colors?
Am I the reason for this
And all the others,
This stillness that plagues me?
A pit that forms,
A knot held firm at my depths
And again I weep- I've wept.
And so, I'll try again
And again.
The truth is
I'll never learn my lesson.
I'll try again
Fail and pick up
until I reach a fulfilling "end."
Pit that fills,
Knot that unties,
Meaning of life...
So I wait.
With knots brimming the brim
& pits deeper than the ocean
With tears a-many.
Lessons stacking higher
Reasons I admire
No knot, no pit, no tear
Can un-ignite my fire.
For, fiercely it burns
At the very core of my being.
