amour amour

Friday, October 28, 2005

- 12:30 pm

come here- my star is fading

how it was my beginning and end; and meant the most- descriptive of the times- time which flashed by in a blur, moving too quickly to be appreciated, savoured like a good wine.

im on the way back down

what is and was when its all nothing- of no consequence- anymore; and remembering when it ever was of any detail, blurry though it may be, but still there, somewhere; to live memories at night.

and then those funny, familiar, forgotten feelings, start walking, all over my mind

think back to when everything was free, fast and easy- and now when the undercurrent threatens to pull you away, every tug trying to drown you beneath a superficial surface- and then again to how it is and isnt; dont fight it- you'll lose; just live harder, faster, and how you want to live. dont conform, we are who we are and keep the you that nobody else needs to judge- that self that is. the spirit is a marvellous thing; dont chain it, hide it, confine it- release.

stuck on the edge

so take a step forward and plunge- fall face first through that deep black night and feel the cool wind whip through your hair and against your face; feel the fear well up and dissipate with the knowledge that this is it- all you've been waiting for- and forget everything else to revel in the wondrous beauty of being- you; and then stop, inches above the sandy shore before taking the dive into the warm wet of the sea to lie on the beach and be with the stars, a bit of wind, and the dark blue sky.

and then i come back; to where i am; and look around. another sunday night has come by- and the dew carries the scent of grass upwards to the sky it will never reach; and yet i am already there- my mind is with you, sky sister; watching you paint your trails of white and gray on your warm beautiful purple self. i was ever in love; i had an affair with the sky.

warm yellow

and so the moon is revealed, casting a warm silvery beam down towards me as wet grass spreads rays of soothing cool comfort through my form; and illuminate with greater care than the glow of the industrial street lights burst to life hours ago. the trees sleep and the sky watches over us all- for she and i are one; and i was named for her- akash in hindi is sky.

and i leave my writings by this safe little haven, safe for the knowledge that it is mine alone, the secret i share with her above; and none else.

fin

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rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)