David

I no longer "took" time... As I had embraced the essence of each moment's gifts... Given by time, through time, and even for time. As I moved in stumbling motions recollecting my muchness... This is after all, how I found again... My Muchness I had self-hidden... Within without... all around as signs symbols and synchronicities in plain sights only seen through the opening of my mind's eye, gently watered again and again through each drop of growing memories. No longer fearful of Summer's heat no longer live I dying in the cave of retreat each step bridging me closer to me and the weight of my muchness light as the feather left for me by my blue boy, my David, again, my David... It was always, my David, after all…

   No longer I desire to be wild as the wind

Or Baron as the desert when it needed a friend

Or to consume the planet like an ocean with no control

In my heart burned a fire carried on Hell's coals

To the tip top of the heavens and even beyond

Over my shoulder I caught a glimpse of the coming Dawn

With the lights all behind me stars in my face

Here I had decided I would co-create

With Love's growing blossoms the integrity of the sun

The stillness of night's beauty we become one

One within self no longer any doubt

Oh how far I chose to go to live life without

…. David...

Have you ever given up on a dream? Nor had I. Today would be delivered the snippets of songs I had stitched together like poetry I had written myself. All stolen pieces of others love that had boiled and intertwined with the same emotions, feelings, and desires I held for my own broken heart. I had no desire for the stitching to hold once read by my love's eyes, each teardrop from my pen hoping to soothe and rekindle loves own flame within. 

   However, I cling to no certain outcome, only the innermost knowing that love would meet love and its own warming embers and color each word with the beauty of growth, of life, of flames eternal day and night. It would reach, I had no doubt, that is what I held on to... The sun rising again to kiss the bloom each Bloom day after Moon after Moon until the new moon came like a thief in the night and the only illumination is our own internal light... Shine brightly blue boy my flames still a glow... I'll hold love as you continue to grow.

   "Just as the crumbling of the tower Stone becomes one with Earth again

   So do all things come back together to begin from its end"...

   The stronger the mortar, bit by crumbling bit, we had time and again formed love from it, but oh how hard the fall even in the knowing love rebuilds all...

   Still all words may not form however emotion is felt there

Breathe in exhale, still alert

Myself becomes aware.

   Pulsing ringing waves of Love at times to our despair

Breathe in exhale, still alert

Ourselves become aware.

   The keys of Life need no ring attached to every and no thing dream, dance, live, believe

Allow Love's selves authentically…

See! Sing!

   As each pen became hollow so did I, no longer full of life's sorrow of lies. I chipped gently away and the Frozen time rewarmed by flowing emotion line after line. The bridge between had began to melt, yet still connected through the flowing flame. No longer rage, no one to blame, for we were after all one in the same. 

   What I felt he endured Time after Time . I struggled to cling to a love such as mine. To convince, no believe, I was divine, came easier through his heart then into mine. My muchness I would find, again inside... To thine own self be true... It is all within you. you're muchness will be found, open your energies, you are all around… In each sunrise and set, each moon beam you catch... The flowers, the breeze... Every flying dying leaf... Trust the trees, they smile through the rain and always bridge the gap, warmth the sorrows of your pain, loves flame is eternal, internal, external glow, each colored ember leads to the flow... Of my David... My muchness... Blessed be loved...

   Do the color of the embers that set your soul a glow

Matter if they're red blue green orange or yellow

When it is the fire of Love's eternal flame you seek to warm your aching bones

One learns to appreciate each ember leading home...