It all comes from and back to love
it always does it always did the reason we want the reason we work the reason we live It all comes from and back to love the reason we smile the reason we fear the reason we stay and attempt to draw near to what we want what we need it is always love The reason we wake press through tough days do what me must and make what we make it is always love there is nothing else that exists but this just love It is all there is. Charity I miss you and the way
you seldom say what is actually on your mind sometimes I think even you don't know what it is you're wanting from you or me or anyone I don't ask questions and I don't say what is actually on my mind But I do tell the truth when I say anything I am unrelentlessly honest even when I try not to be but the words I don't say to you could fill so many chapters in my unwritten books yet I leave the pages blank and if the act of omission is the same as a lie then I am a liar I am a liar I am such a liar. Charity 2006 Is it madness
to put my life on display like paint on canvas all walls eventually crumble as do my own while I stumble deeper into this public plane of existence layers of resistance crackle and fade like the wall on which my world is displayed and who would believe that anyone would read my rambling, tumbling, scribbling, stumbling rhymes... madness or just cracked paint on canvas who knows but I write on regardless. Seen or unseen... It's like breathing for me anymore. Charity It began to rain and I tilted my head towards the sky.
Something new is moving in with the late summer wind. The temperature drops just a touch, the water washes my skin, and I look up into the sky as high as my eye will take me think of you and smile the way I always do ~ always do when I think of you... I love those dark storm clouds and how the chill in this August air makes me feel so completely aware that something exquisitely unexpected is coming towards me traveling through the wind and rain while I stare at the sky and wait on a stormy late summer evening. Charity My intuition serves me so well
At all times Except when wondering what to do With these recurring Thoughts of you. It's as if I'm looking in The window is cracked The world outside reflecting back And I am on the outside Alone still Wondering what to do With these restless thoughts Of You. Charity There are certain meetings
connections we make that are somehow more significant than others the first time I heard your voice it was like that one of those moments in life that I knew later in my memory would mean more than many other moments to me. I heard your heart in a song your heart break was mine but it seemed worth the love to you this I understand in a photograph that captured my eye and affected me almost physically as if you were standing there standing there in the same room I saw a distance in your eyes like your mind was walking along a shore some place while you were present face to face but at the same time far away like me and this I understand Some connections in life stand out like a cosmic spark that lights up when you think about the first moment two souls touch in a waking time a chance meeting through a lovelorn rhyme and you well you sing like you see between the lines and you love more deeply than some of our kind and this I understand. Charity There is a path between what we seem to think is reality and imagination, I met you in that place and we walked the fine line between dream and waking time together. And when it was over, You smiled and said take care my friend and I laughed and reached out for your hand and then pulled mine back again and realized it is now and not then and we are only lovers on a path in the place that hovers somewhere between real life and the unseen. If it is true we create our reality with thoughts we bring from the world in between then where have you been, where have you been since then, for my thoughts should have called you back to me once again.
Charity It was you
down that road through the fog in the early morning light, it was you in the distance and on my mind. You are the reason I explore this land the reason my hand has slipped out of every other hand. It was you in the mist you in a dream you in a thought or a memory. You in a hope you in a wish you I desire you that I miss. And I looked down the tracks as far as my eyes would take me, through trees, beyond the morning fog, into the skies and on beyond... Because I knew one day I would see you again and be sure ... That It was you. Charity When I saw you That first moment Everything else stopped A hush fell upon my restless mind and thoughts A busy place full of people And I was another one of them, Until you turned and looked at me Suddenly everything else went Dark like the night And you were the only point of light in the universe Except for me I was light Too. Breathing at peace and seeing something, someone otherworldly I touched you for a brief moment And a deep feeling stirred within me Something woke An intense passion to explore every imagining and idea that I had ever envisioned... A feeling that had only tickled and teased at my senses From time to time before that moment Came to life that night And it hasn't rested since. Charity |
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