9. Effaced Lover

9. Effaced Lover

There lingers something within me

I’m yet to understand.

It’s nature and mine intertwine like

lovers chained together.

 

If one were to remove the chain

would they touch no longer or rather

love each other all the more.

 

I’ve learned not to fear what I do not

understand within myself.

As this too is a part of me, as I am

indeed myself.

8. Tracing

8. Tracing

To keep that constant reminder with

age as not to forget who we are

as we become

 

Who we were as we become

Who we are

In age as I travel among these

feelings and thoughts

 

There are some things to be kept

Some things to be watched

and watch without turning my head

 

Dare I step without dragging a foot

Changing always even if I don’t wish

to pull away

 

Rather shall I carve my way

and keep a few as others fade

and keep a few while keeping face

Maybe I won’t lose my trace

 

7. Immortality

7. Immortality

One without equal may

seek only that, maybe

to share the responsibility

 

Do we fear death or immortality. or

simply losing out on one

because we have the other

 

Our Passion’s paradox

driving us to evolve as

consciousness expands, we

transmigrate and trade our

bodies again

 

The fear of immortality is

that we’ll experience everything,

have all the memories and then

never forget

Could we just be Deities without the

responsibilities?

6. Timing

6. Timing

Speaking only twice

Once heard

And then no more

5. Counting

5. Counting

Steps taken over the waters

As if through time as well

It is suspended

After I leave here

Before I get there

 

As I project thoughts

that play along the rails

Counting each hop

Counting each skip

 

Then returning as if

none of it occurred

The bridge ends and soon

I’m home

 

4. Day Two

4. Day Two

I guess I don’t like being lonely

I prefer spending time

We’ve spent the whole day

I think it’s too early to end the night

But it’s okay You can leave

As soon as I fall asleep

3. Desire

3. Desire

I could have done heroin

Wouldn’t that have been fun

I could of sent my hearts to Heavens

As I dreamed of pretty little Hells

Counting each star

Each night

Wanting to see one

Fall

As if they were heart beats

I guess I didn’t notice when

One was skipped