my poetic touch is fading, flickering, burning out
my heart is doing such the same, beating slower every second until
silence.
it stops.
my breath lies still as i stare upward, wondering, crying, screaming, oh so calmly and silently
because i wonder, my love, how do we stand so far but stare up at the same sky?
how does the world turn day after day
how do the stars stand so still and silent and sleepy
while we suffer and thrash in our thoughts, unable to hold one another?
i wonder, how does every second tick by so slowly, so fast
and yet we're left with this untouchable, unrelenting sinking feeling;
the breath of infinity.
the eternal wind burns through out throats as we sing the song of incomparable delight
but with happiness comes the sea of sadness, and our endless cycle of eternal ethereality
is balanced.
you balance me and i balance you, we're prisoners to each others hearts and hands
and oh, how i welcome such a beautiful cloud of uncertain certainty.
i want to feel the rain of your words and thoughts and feelings pour into my chest
because if i can suffer to help you escape, i would do it a thousand times again.
i frolic in the forest of your feeling, and i savor every single second that slinks by
because i know we won't last forever, as all things do
but i'm perfectly happy with spending time with you in the here, in the now,
i relish in the knowledge that this is our mini, eternal infinity.
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incomprehensible thoughts
PoetryThis is just the weird & random shit it my mind, for when I can remember them and when I have time to put those thoughts & feelings into words, IF I can even do that. Writing is one of the things that I couldn't live without, and it's weird because...