What if we didn’t edit but left everything the way in which we were blessed with it, the highlights disputably the highs in light, the shadows lovingly interweaved, the bridges sometimes camouflaged or only revealed to the one meant to see; what if the walk is intentionally neverending with boardwalks to deter us from fully exploring the depths of the offerings, the possibilities of meeting the ones we are meant to and the ones by chance, and what if those are unfathomably unravelable in free will, fate, and happen- stance…?
I am still faithfully following petals as paths with my soul’s whispered directions to where you are at, the one to reciprocate all this love I have, and along the way, I’ve grown to love the way I am.
Saving grace, whole heart back in your arms, you hold all of me as me; I never knew how non-words could feel the best route. Unspoken is our reset, mutual forgiveness, moving on but not leaving anything unaddressed. We understand, silent resolutions, in the simple language of love.
Do you mind if I stay extra near awhile, to just exist in this balance, a respite from the drama of being so much?
Sometimes (more often than not), I exhaust myself with this wild heart and wild soul I house.
I must part ways with you now, dear Darkness; Light is forlorn without its Laura,
my aura is dimming the further I drift in this alluring cradling away from attempts
of putting forth the efforts to swim back up toward Bliss:
I still hope, believe (barely), that it exists.
A parting kiss…
Yes, I know that means I will have to let go, for now, of that dream, but I can keep the parts that were seeded, for weeds they are not; I feel it, in that new spot, how I can nurture it into something beautiful still…
I will.
I return to the isle from a distance, leave a trinket, so it is known I’ll always be near,