Pondering - napowrimo

 

I’ve been pondering mortality.

Wondering really,

like the future is a field

that I wander through,

but it is foggy, so I can only view

a few steps from where I stand.

 

Now I see that age is creeping in,

like a shadow in the mist,

a vicious creature circling its prey.

But then I think, both night and day,

for hours at a time, as it circles my mind.

 

Is it really vicious, or just as lost as me?

 

Am I just a thought

that became reality.

A brief spark of dust

from a star many light years away.

 

I believe that I am just

experiencing a story, where I write the lines,

and I decide on some of the passages,

but other storylines entwine with mine

that I don’t write,

so, I share my bread  as they become a part

of this whole narrative thread.

 

Is it a fairytale or a tragedy?

 

This isn’t as important as knowing

that it is living, breathing. Playing.

Having belief in the story to write

the right lines at hopefully the right times.

 

Is the heart beating every moment it can?

Is the song in your head as strong

as the love on your lips?

And when you share your life,

does it build bridges

or does it all just slip into dust?

 

I believe in the power of us,

and the love inherent in our story books.

And each may be

just one of the many countless pages

in a leatherbound anthology.

But they all sing so perfectly,

and make every smile

grow like a field in May.

 

And one day my final words

will write themselves

into the stars and I’ll return

to the dust somewhere beyond mars,

exploring the cosmos, as a part of this

whole collective of us.

And every atom will be connected

to every page, like ink in a book,

and wherever I look I will see stars,

every heart that I ever touched

and that ever touched mine,

and I know that I will be fine

because those stars will always shine.

To the holder of my heart

 

I want you to walk with me

in the cloud covered streets of my fantasies.

See the sights I see with eyes ablaze,

the sun burning inside of me.

The passion fizzling through every atom

of this world turning around me.

It was always you that lived in my dreams,

and I knew the moment we met

that this was the only truth in this mixed up reality.

 

We can see history buried beneath our feet,

we can sink our teeth into all the stories that breathe.

And as we stop to eat. We can taste the memories 

that seep into every stone. Seeing the rolling fields

of love blooming on the horizon.

For my heart has been yours alone

since we first connected eyes.

And now I never want it back.

For it is in its rightful home,

plucking memories on a guitar string,

listening to your words sing.

 

When the rain falls, pelting our faces,

when the ice melts and the thawing

landscapes start to take shape,

when you see the beauty

in the spaces, when your feet can

no longer contain the dance within,

we will let every beat of hearts

play the rhythm of our lives

and let our voices sing.

For you make the bells of love ring.

 

I want you to dance with every step you place,

listening to our summer song.

Feeling the unseen colours filling the air.

I want you to swish your hair

and taste the wind against your face

as you fly with me here in my city of dreams.

For here with you is a dream come true.

A dream that will never disappear.

And the candle I have burning for you 

will never flitter out, it will just ignite

more and more love inside.

 

And when you see the look in my eyes,

you will realise that all along

I’ve only been looking at you,

the whole room is gone, and you stand alone.

And this is the most precious view

these eyes could ever see.

For the stories only live when you are around me.

And my heart only beats

when your smile is the one I see.