Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A Tap ... At Your Window

O, why did ye not melt, and leave my sense
Unhaunted quite of all but - nothingness?

-Keats


Stop .. just stop. Be silent. Be still. Be nothing.

And yet .. be everything.

God I need you today .. I need to touch you .. your delicate skin beneath my rough fingers. I need you to touch me .. your cool caress upon my heated exterior. To remember what it is to feel. The heights and depths .. the breadth of all that I know to be real and yet find myself disconnected from so easily.

I want to be human today. I want to feel. I want to be happy and sad .. I want to love and to hate. I want to be angry and I want to feel my heart break when I pull you close into my arms and breathe the scent of your hair into my lungs and remember what it is to sleep with you close to the muscle of my chest. For those few moments to know that you are safe. That I can watch over you all night long and no one will touch you or harm you. No one will hurt you or try to capture your Beauty .. or hide it away from me.

To know for those few moments that the stories are safe. That I can come again to your window and hear the sweet tone of your voice as you paint the pictures that color my dreams and in my meager attempts I recreate them upon the pale canvas .. give them life while at the same time stripping them of their extra dimensions. To pull them from one world to another is a delicate task .. but my surgeon's fingers will not hesitate or waver for it is a thing I am driven to do.

I have lost my shadow .. my humanity ... did you keep it safe? Will you help me connect again? Tell me I have not hurt you too badly by forgetting to try to be human. It seems so far away now .. how long have I been gone this time? ... but closer for I at least want it. Seek it .. need it. I am near .. just outside your window. Will you look at me? Will you remember me? Will you remember the power of the stories and how it keeps me alive? Will you breathe them for me once more?

Help me remember. Do you remember? It always starts with ..

Once upon a time ...

©2009 Written in Search of .. The Muse of Beauty

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