Wednesday, October 1, 2008

He and Sonnet 43



Some stories don't have a beginning or an end and life is about not knowing. The not knowing is sometimes what keeps us whole. The rush, the feeling of thought entering the mind. Taking one moment and making the very best of it without knowing what was to happen next. That is the beauty of it. Knowing you weren’t present but you were still with me. Some stories don't have a beginning or an end they just always are. I love thee with delicious ambiguity and when I feel you far from me and the day light breaks my sleep- When I’m forced to embrace another day without your voice and without you, I think of her and how she was with him, and they were together-

Even when I am somewhere I am what is missing, I move fast and I have faith that it will keep me whole; as whole as I can be without you.


No sky will ever be as profound as the depths of your look, no wind will ever caress my skin as your breath does, and nothing will ever have a sweeter taste than your kiss. Oceans, seas, continents may part us now, but soon, very soon, there will be nothing between our souls but our skins. At last, we'll be able to be- unbounded, my sweet love. I long to hold your hand again- I want to share my life with you and to give you my heart until the end of time no distance; nothing will ever be able to part our hands and hearts.

My Sweet Love,

Hitch a ride on a dragonfly. Across the water, winds and skies, till our love brings you to my door. There we’ll rest and be restored. Come, rest your weary bones. Sit back and make yourself at home. We'll share cup of coffee or tea, and speak of magic and mystery. My sweet love, I miss you dear. Please find your way to come back here. My broken heart beats so slow; you leaving has hurt me so. With your return I'll be renewed. I hope to kiss your lips soon. My soul’s exile has come. Come back to me, because we belong. My wounded heart holds your sword I long to rest and be restored. I miss your touch I miss your voice. It’s effortless without a choice. Come here at once and rescue me, and read me sonnet 43.

I love you, and I will love you forever and no other.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

silence is a fair teller of tales.
that silence shall remain telling the tale.

Crimes of the heart do not know the meanings of simple words,only the sweet rhetoric of sensation.

my very soul is enshrouded in you almost as if you can dictate its every move.I long for the answers..and anticipate surprises.

the dreams bring you very much to living color but the silence remains telling its sweet and tragic story.

my heart forever remains loyal to you..and yearns for the day it can fully express itself.