A growing woman, a woman of the womb
The womb of life, the flower of love in bloom...
Myself, yearning for clarity day in and day out.
The words I speak, so frequently I question;
the words I do not wish to rotate, to mutate.
It is when I am in the presence of such presents that I am at my most joyful state.
“So why the long face,” asked the Ferrier... “Perhaps this time that shoe will fit.”
“I didn’t think you were the type to leave one stranded in a pit of broken mirrors and transient beings having been said to see clearer.”
"But no one wants to let go, or let God get the best of them," he imaged in my highest self.
"The words that sing to me are the scariest yet. They're of no good mention 'til they've finally met not just the ears but the heart of the one who must hear them, no hiding tears, no forced reservations... "
It’s like an addressed letter, returned to sender.
A song; a pile of sticks never to render the fire that might keep you alive one more lifetime...
Dying to meet you, greet you at your best.
No. No more lying or laying next to others, mentioned as tests.
Funny how the world reflects, rejects us when we're not looking straight into the eyes of our souls...
The physical; a drop in the bucket of collected tears that flood our path; no longer to be told.
Tired of waiting, I said to the Horse,
“When you gonna learn to run?”
“When you gonna learn to run?”
“When you learn to stop runnin,” he compromised.
His words blew clear into me as he took off into infity.
"Have I really been such a ghost? I'm only translucent to the one Ilove most. Dying because I hide deep inside their reactions. I'll take what I can get, no matter the fraction. The motives that change me have never been so alive."
As she looked to the mirrors that fell like a knife,
"Finally, forgot to tell you, you are the love of my life."
-EraDae; A Luminous Moon
