Bestirred

bestirred from winter's dream . . .

465336 27753 . . .

i watch him as he walks away from me. my heart already misses him and calls to him to come back, to return to me. his words are a part of me, they are my kin, and they leave me so alive - i don't know what to do with this. i do know that i feel this in every inch of my body, and every inch of my soul. i do know that as he and i walk this narrow line between completeness and destruction, that this line is the line of love. one side means the wholeness of my heart, the other, leaves it shattered - i love him, and maybe this is life...maybe this is what i have been searching for. maybe this is the answer...maybe. i need to know, and i need for him to return. i need for him to tell me more. i need more of him.

i know all of this like i know my own skin. i know all of this, and i know that all of me has never been this present in any moment in any time. every moment is a moment in time, and in this moment, i feel truly aware, and truly alive.

"thank-you 7959962" and i mean these words more than i have meant anything before.


"Aviator, I know you are just learning
But your inattention to detail is more than concerning.
I want to show you all the pieces you need,
But you seem so unwilling to follow my lead."


i can feel my heart speed up at the sound of his voice. and i respond to him with all of myself. "please 7959962, i am listening with all that i am. all of my tininess and all that i have to offer is here for you, and is yours for the taking. completeness or destruction is yours to decide".



"It is clear to me now that you do not understand
It is my intent to teach and not to command.
I thought you would know it is not about me,
This goes back to the lesson about the "i" and the "she".
In the pursuit of true beauty there is one
thing you need to know,
The light of internal virtue will show you the way to
go!"


and he sits, and he stares, and he waits, and he waits, and he waits.

and i love him...

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