The magic continues
The spinner weaves a fragile thread
Taken to tangles and knots
Requiring a gentle patient touch.
We are connected by a magical thread.
Sometimes the filament frays –
when confusion clouds the perception of action or inaction.
Tenuous attachments attract uncertainty.
Fantasy, illusion, dreams – all is good –
Reality is often hard pressed to keep pace with the mind’s alternative universe.
Especially when that universe is shared
with the embodiment of remembered yearning.
A vivid memory of crisp breezes carrying wispy scent of hearth and embers.
Dusk falling rapidly as I briskly walked the few blocks home –
dodging puddles and reveling – charging through piles of crunchy maple leaves
randomly adorning the sidewalk.
Utter joy with the sensory symphony –
for the moment tenuously overriding
the swell of angst rising from my depths.
A nameless yearning. Strong sense of something missing.
Feeling such a longing to reach out and touch
the someone who was striving to do the same from parts unknown.
Continuing my walk home and
turning my thoughts to the evening’s planYet, down deep inside knowing that the longing would continue,
the vague sense of disquiet would go unappeased.
Until the shadows took on form emerging from the hidden realm
and the wonder of recognition became reality.
I search even knowing the outcome you aren’t there. The pain engulfs me – ever sharper So why do I search?
I can hardly string words together A disoriented soul spawns a disorganized mind Disbelieving Unaccepting Pleading to whatever god will listen.
You are still so much to me more than the sum of your numerous alluring traits. Always seductive, thought-provoking, stimulating. and drawing out an other self not known before unable to be fully realized.
I was never more invincible Than after contact with you – no matter how brief Flirtatious, teasing, taunting Tempting…. tormenting You sent me into the clouds where I lingered, floated and dreamed.
you’ll know where to find me I’ll be the one studying the shapes of the stones that line the dirt at the side of the road I’ll be frowning I’ll have a warm sweater to combat the chill coming from inside shreds of sodden tissue spilling from the stretched out pockets you know what I’ll be seeking I’ll be desperately trying to regain meaning lost without my shadow friend going through the motions leaden arms, sightless eyes, frozen heart you won’t be able to see me I have become invisible trying to find myself without you there is no me suspended in time unloved, unfeeling, unmissed