Allow yourself to remember, in the silence of rain
When stories hush over fields of forgotten dreams
And earthy smell of wet ground, briefly, takes you home
Allow yourself to remember, in the presence of laughter
Where inhales meet exhales on that bitter-sweet border
Of everything that is, and everything that hasn’t become
Allow yourself to remember, when darkness pulls you close
Whispering night terrors whilst dawn holds back
And starless skies make you wonder if price came too high
Allow yourself to remember, as age and diamonds pile
Whenever destiny confirms that her grip allows no escape
Allow yourself to remember me, in moods of the heart, sometimes
Talks in response
Says a lot of no’s
Laughs at herself
Goes with the flow
Thrives on surprises
And I often
Slink closer to observe her
Like I still can’t believe
Tales of an ordinary mirror
I reached out.
Over and over again,
I plummeted to unbearable grounds.
You can’t be a friend to anyone
Who isn’t befriended by himself.
When nervousness speaks volumes
It can, like a murky fog,
Hide the truth of the hearts.
When stakes are sky high
Bridges that reshape confines of reality
Often remain unbuilt.
When shared depths instigate fright
Stubborn silence, revealing all of God’s glory,
Marks the end before the start.
The message was short so although dozy, I captured it with a single glance. It read:
“I wanted to send you at least something, so I send you this.”
It’s been over a decade since the sentence sneaked into my phone’s display one night in the wee hours, causing a perpetual smile.
Words alone may not once be enough to express our feelings. But the art of communication is about the courage to reveal that there are hidden meanings, waiting to be explored.
It wasn’t filled with defenses
nor laced with lies
there were no fears,
We faced surrender
mellow as light
tangled strings of existence –
of vastness inside.
A single time…
The flow of seasons
untold crossroads away
I carry the truth
of myself, us, and you
a tune in which we were more than life,
that one time.
I am sorry that I can’t leave it unsaid
the truth is itchy, shaping into words
as the moment slides out of our hands.
it may be clumsy and out of the blue
but a glimpse of the present or eternal light,
just don’t ask me to keep it inside.