Basked beneath the eternal scintillating glimmer of star light,
Against the transient toil of earthly life,
As their existence tapers off,
Even though the sun in the sky still shines bright.
A soul quenched its want for freedom,
As it glared into the past,
boundlessly stared at the spacious expanse of the universe,
To the red, luminous and gradually dying star.
Laying by your side tonight, star gazing into your bright eyes,
As though stardust I marvel every inch of you
So let your universe collide with mine.
Constant state of dilemma,
Fussing over incapabilities;
Questioning her own strengths,
Caught in a downstream
Whirl of existence,
Holding on patiently;
For the things to go right,
To decode her own destiny.
Sparks of ideas escaped the doors of my mind like effervescence
Their niche in my brain now reduced to bleak impressions
Cast upon my consciousness, like ghostly recalls
Of all that escaped, and slipped away from my grasp
Rummaging through my mind, searching through all thats ever been
A word, a phrase around which I could have weaved
A string of stories, poetry alike
But because my incapacity, I’m forced otherwise.
Tracing my thoughts backwards,
(They must have escaped to run errands)
My failure to paint my feelings into thoughts and words
An incapacity; like my feet stuck in quick sand.
While finding myself,
If I’m the destination,
Then the people I meet
Are the maps that lead me
Onto the road
where I’d discover myself again
Finding the new pieces of a self
Embracing them, beginning again.
Fixing into the jigsaw,
the pieces of a self previously unknown to me,
Unlocking just in time, who I am supposed to be.
And if you believe
That people are homes,
Then these homes are places where
Some of my deepest secrets and mysteries are laid,
Temporarily at rest
Desperate that they don’t fade.
Anticipating and hungry
For some attention and love from this soul,
Each home calling out for me
To trace a map to it and open it’s door.