Waxing and Waning

Am I here, or there

Nowhere? Yet everywhere?

Around you, in the scent,

Irresolute, and indefinable,

A whiff, that comes upon the

Light breeze of memories?

Or the heaviness of reality?

The tides turn, tuned to

A testy treacle moon

As you do, and I...

Awash, washed away,

Smothered, cloying

The fragrance of love

Sometimes

Is overpowering.

I am, therefore,

Waxing poetic,

In the light of the

Waning moon.

Still, longing,

Yearning, as that

Fox... Unrequited.

Unrepentant.

12 July, 2011

(Pic Courtsey Google Image Search :) )

Reasons and Seasons

Did I ever need reason?
Realization dawned.
Just yesterday.

When, all of a sudden
The masks fell, and
Dammed emotion
Broke its bounds.

In our million moments
Togetherness - taken for granted?
Acceptance - given, denied
Rationalized, ignored.

Do I know you?
Am I still that mystery
You claimed I was?

The hurricane of trauma
When it struck
Put us on that hurdy-gurdy
Of an endless roller-coaster ride.
Pain. How many kinds are there?
All I know is this:
Each day I find one more.

And yet.
A Blessing.
A Benediction.
Invisible, tightly bound
Strongly held,
We were pulled together-
Into the eye of the storm.

Limp, spent, exhausted
We just hold each other close.
No more words-
Only tears - each drop, gracious
Each, only ours - not yours, not mine.





It is the season of knowing
Of Thanksgiving
Of Completeness-
Finding one more piece of
Each other-
That fit, just so right.

That's reason enough.
For now.

7 April, 2011