Thursday, March 13, 2014

Flicker

Flicker


 An infinite midsummer’s night

Glass after glass of cold water

Ever so gently passed my way.

No slaking; never!

The immensity of the thirst of pain and shock and disbelief

One hand then another, and still

Not perceiving the enormity

Of that infinite instant.

Scents; flickers of a retained memory.

Hands. 

Sensing, seeing  a  vapor

Disperse.  Dissolve.  Depart.

But not with my eyes.

I held a butterfly

No more.

Unseen

Unseen

I can’t talk to you. Though
I really want to. I want to tell you about
The meaning of life.
The meaning of your life
And the meaning of mine.
I want you to know all of the things that you dream for
And wish for
And long for
And want without acknowledgement
Are real
That I once was you
Locked in a life that could not
Would not
Should not ever satisfy
The want is too deep for what can be found
In a bar
Or a bottle
or what can be found within either.
I want to tell you the truth that
You think you don’t want to hear.
Your mind is open to all but closing
And it is in the closing that freedom
Resides.
And flies
And silences cries.
I want to offer you the way to the closed
But I wait
Until you see that which
Unseen becomes everything.