(no subject)

non-present
not existent
ungrown
unformed
longed for
world everlasting
i bow
to let my forehead touch your feet
gently

(no subject)

reunion isnt here
it never was
but if we meet
it must be in the land
or
it must be in the water
where there are no borders
where one drop isnt nor is another

in the world extending from this one
dissolve
by leaving it alone

Hearts desire fulfilled
empty spaces merge

into the other world

But of course we were meant for each other
but of course
of course of course
in the land made for us
when exile is done

let me pull you
let me be the bridge you can walk across
let me plead beg and grovel
let me spend morning night and the shadows between
unwearingly spending my blood
only to entice a wisper of a desire
to come
into the other world

While I am

Whilst I am
let be be a servant
a slave
to the body i am

let me remember
it is the master
and desires its servants

let me see its ability to walk away
so as to avoid a fight
with steps quiet; not heavy

let me hear its wispered suggestions
to bow my head
to listen
uncaring of the harshness of tone

most of all
my master
who appear as mud
to be burnt in 2 years or 10
forget it all
that i might forget
only to move in
realms of silliness
laughter
and silence
no master no slave