For Your Eyes Only
But there isn’t much to see
For Your Eyes Only
what is not hidden remains to be seen
For Your Eyes Only
words that whisper louder than they should
For Your Eyes Only
empty spaces lie hungrily between the lines
waiting to be puzzled at
to be spied
For Your Eyes Only
whatever is not written
has been repressed
For Your Eyes Only
let them wander over e’re
let them wonder the air
heady with discovery
eyes wide with insight
or only a mind’s misfit thoughts
the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning
the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets
many arms
tossed between them
a head
many arms
held a woman
possessed
and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen
in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.
why do i sigh (a little relieved)
when fear comes tumbling out of your mouth
your urgent words collide into each other
in their haste to express what i hardly have the courage to sum up
and therefore reply with silence
(and a deeply quiet marvel)
at how insecurity is such an odd leveler
an overlooked equaler
i know you search me with your eyes
and wonder why my love waxes and wanes
why i accept your love with a haunted wounded wavering
…
…the past has passed and the scars have all but healed…
…the past has passed and its lessons learned…
…the past has passed and all those who did not stay are not missed…
and yet i and my soul remain in the clutches of its grasp….
I want to ask
Does it ever reach?
Or is it made to only stay
Throughout its mortal vessels
which cease to beat
in fear of missing
what they claim
could sway the heavens itself?
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Is it this gift what makes the
Waves themselves never cease?
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That makes our memories resound
what our innateness would otherwise
dismiss?
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Does it bring us closer to the Divine?
Or does the Divine breathe closer
To the winds?
Sealing within
The hush
of all that can ever be
Perceived…
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Allowing us to forget to be self
bringing us a mote closer
to the
One
What words are there to explain
this love of rhythm that flows through me?
Relentlessly you compose
your paradise of melodies:
An unforgettable journey throughout my very soul.
i bring back you back to Life
with fragments of
seeped in resonance.
you remain ever-perfectly playing:
lost in snatches
trapped within the confines
of my reverberating mind.
May i forever hear your echoes…
mine to mangle
mine to keep
mine to deafen
the muted cries of oblivion.
As a frequent user of public transportation, there have been countless periods of waiting mercifully filled with a chance to hum/recall/marvel at the songs that have captivated me and continue to play in the recesses of my mind, coming to the forefront when I again find myself waiting…why I rely on my mind rather than mp3/ipod is because I refuse to listen to music using headphones. Lesser than 20/20 vision has made me appreciate good hearing I guess…
So that is why I am particularly thankful for the powers of memory and the indelible print that music makes in our lives:
why does it make me forget?
takes me away
while letting me stay
gently pulls
gently caresses
gently settles
in the mind
and haunts
thereafter
as i walk
nonsensical hums
make beautiful sense
as it fills my mind
a presence
plays
all within in me
eyes shut
as scales soar
tuneless tunes sound
yet
heavenly
symphonies
echo
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