you were the wayward one
and I was the droning voice tearing you in two directions and while you were the ear that received the sounds I was the sharp ringing in those ears: a nuisance I was the wayward one and you were the soft light guiding me back home and while I was the vagrant in search of purpose you were the North Star in the sky: a sense of direction you were the salt of the earth but I was the manifestation of corruption and while you were the healing hand to save the afflicted I was the plague biting that hand and its owner I was the salt of the earth but you were the kind soul inspiring me to be better and while I was the man seeking earthly perfection you were the angel aspiring me to higher callings you were the ocean and I was the sewage from a nearby landfill and while you were the depths and the weight of the world I was the pollutant, the poison in the well I was the ocean and you were the sand upon the beach and sea floor and while I was the weight of the world on you you were the stability, the chalice of my undefined form you were the desert and I was the mirage confusing the wayfarers and while you were the oasis providing vitality I was the heatwave to sap and exhaust their weary bodies I was the desert and you were the soft, unexpected breeze to cool a traveler's brow and while I was the scorching sun blazing overhead you were the unanticipated rain to soothe the burn you were the sky and I was the storm of ravens to black out the light and while you were the entity to which my wings were home I was the scar on the summer horizon: a blight I was the sky and you were the blue of the ocean for me to reflect and while I was the wretched gray and tattered boundary you were the beautiful colors of the sunset on the summer horizon you were the lover and I was the one who brought you down and while you were the stars in my sky I was the thorn in your side I was the lover and you were the one who lifted me up on high and while I was the pain you felt in your heart you were the smile of my soul I never smiled so wide as when I was with you
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Author"Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls." - Anais Nin Archives
February 2023
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