Saturday, August 16, 2008
- 1:56 am
for the darkness of the night isnt so dark anymore, and the light of day is unwelcome. the night is a beautiful thing, a thing of peace, solace and silence. it brings an end to everything, and holds us in stead for the next beginning/ the night is our saviour and cradles the being with its essence, and its purity/for what is purer than the diamond light shining forth from the skies endless canvas?
revolucion de amor
times have changed. the world is different now; and we're all allowed new beginnings. life starts again, with new hope and the need for stability; the creation of beauty in our young world.
i met tatum that day, and we walked our intersecting ways towards nothing in particular. criss crossing paths, cross, counter cross, parallels; stop laugh slap spit, walk. time melted around us; we kept walking whilst the world blurred around us, waiting at every light for things to jump back to perspective- they never did. i think we got tired of waiting and crossed the road anyway; she tried to stop me, and did. held sway over thoughts and actions, in devotion; every smile a gift.
then bent to focus and concentration; but for the joy of the others presence we would have wept and withered for the sheer weight of expectation on our young shoulders. to draw strength from a source of joy, where they come few and far between; and heaven help that it is as it is, that mine being would leap and bound again, and that the mind would hit that old frame of hyperdrive, that i didnt know that a light would start to burn, slowly and grow. the spirit knows no death, but un-death still not a real state of living; but for the presence and joy, to live again or as i put;
the days of death have passed us by,
to live again, yes you and i,
for now light beckons from the north,
the golden star to guide us forth.
and whence from came this saving grace,
to save this world and make a place;
to live again, back from the dead,
to walk again, in mine own stead.
and then the move back, to the station and sudden confusion, tension, fear. of loss, permanent and undue. of a return. questions, too many questions. what was in those eyes? what did they hold/i did not know. right then; there was only the now, there was nothing; and then there was everything. desolate, to part; and then a pause; yes. yes. yes. thats my answer. yes. (for you must have your dignity). the hour past, fast and free; safe in arms and to break, with no small measure of grief.
the ride home was quiet;
peace has come.
yet we die to fly
to heaven and high
and reach for what was gone;
and there was one
fin
hit the stars
