Engrained, marked and vested in me, figuratively.
Lifting, soaring and diving in me, metaphorically.
A million firefly thoughts that I have to, need to, and want to express.
Our eyes; they’re closed to the light in light.
Our eyes; they’re open through the dark of night.
Twisting, turning in our beds,
Both in anxiety, waiting with bated breath.
The wait of the weight in the treasury;
The weight of the wait gets me more than times two.
Leave the green thought behind, before it turns to gray. Take one step and there will be colours array.
You as you, take a step.
I as me, I’ll meet you there.
Open your eyes to the truth too great.
Listen to me when I sing of how I will wait.
Oh wrecked midnight, tucked in a little corner of this milky way, I stare up at you. The sound of your nector drips down the numbers on that clock.
I feel the light of your darkness entwine with my inkling. An inkling unmoved for sure. You see me through your stars and wink, an attempt to lure. One of the wicked ways of this world, don’t you think?
There is a star not too far away. One that’s mine, the inverse of which works just fine. The star that yearns beyond it’s doubt, an astroid shower veils it’s truth with the fallacy of reality. A little while longer and I’ll be out of this corner. Out of this corner and in that star’s galaxy.
Infinity supersedes time and space, a trace of which lingers in every sound, touch and gaze. Every moment houses an infinity within; some sorted and others- tangled up.
Within the tangles, despite the knots, love courses through- an invincible turquoise rush.
With a mind full of what-if’s and maybes, and a heart soaked in a certain infinity; some weathered convictions, and a pinch of persistent intuition, here are notes from a gypsy soul taking refuge in words.